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Part 1 (pages 1-6)

Part 2 (pages 7-9)

Story-

*currently updating/editing chapters, will repost here when done* -KJ

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Refs, doodles, etc

As you know, this blog has been on a hiatus for a while, especially on my end with the writing. I didn't have the motivation to continue at the time, but now I do, and I'm ready to get back on my bullshit. Problem is, I don't know where to start, so Imma let y'all— the readers— decide for me.

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Chapter 1: pt 3

With chapter 1 nearly finished and chapter 2 underway, a friend and I (KJ) have begun discussing the possibility of dubbing the comic.

Thing is, we need voices.

As of right now, we only need 4-5 parts, but we are also accepting auditions for characters that will appear in later chapters.

List of characters:

Urgently needed-

Wild

Twilight

Needed soon-

Warriors

Wind

All roles-

Sky

Minish/the Elements

Time [Taken]

Mask [taken]

Legend

Legend (bunny form) [Taken]

Twilight

Wind

Paint

Ravio [Taken]

Four/the Colors [Taken]

Shadow [Taken]

Tracks

Hyrule [taken]

Warriors

Wild

Future [Taken]

Navi

Zoe

Zephyr

Nihrie

Falona's spirit [taken]

Extras (townspeople, bandits, monsters, etc)

You may audition for multiple characters, but choosing more than one Link may result in you being placed on a standby list, just because I want to let as many people claim Links as would like to.

Because the timeline is fucked regardless

Day 24- Bloody Clothes

“Come on…” Hyrule groaned, scrubbing furiously at his ruined green tunic and brown undershirt as he stood thighs-deep in a river somewhere in Four’s world, desperately trying to wash the blood off. Thankfully Future had managed to portal the Chain out of Hyrule’s era not long after “the incident”, so Hyrule was at least somewhat safer now, and free to take it easy and try to recover without having to worry about the monsters of his world sniffing him out. The problem was, his only set of clothing— save for his easily-mended shorts and his tough leather armor that doubled as a binder— had been ripped to shreds and soaked in his blood. Legend had said he might be able to fix it, but Hyrule refused to wear it until it was thoroughly cleaned; otherwise he’d be like a homing beacon to monsters.

Unfortunately, his clothes seemed to be stained beyond repair. He’d been at this for hours, scrubbing with every kind of soap the others had and would lend him, scrubbing until his hands were raw and his legs went numb in the cold water. The red had stopped coming out of it a while ago, but the stains were still there, and Hyrule wanted to cry. These were the only clothes he had, he couldn’t just burn them. But he had to either clean them or get rid of them, and if they weren’t coming clean…

“STUPID—!!!” He cried out in frustration, flinging his wet clothes onto the riverbank before sitting down in the shallow water in utter defeat.

“Rulie? You’re still over here?” Legend asked, approaching slowly from behind so as to not startle his friend. Hyrule’s reply was nothing more than a poorly muffled sob.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Legend sat on the bank next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder, “Talk to me, Rulie.” Hyrule reached over and grabbed the bundle of wet clothes he’d just tossed aside.

“Look at this. They’re ruined.”

“Yeah, blood is… notoriously hard to wash out of clothes. Why do you think I wear so much red with other dark colors?”

“Yeah but these are the only clothes I have. Now they’re ruined and I don’t have anything else, so I can’t just get rid of them but I can't wear them anymore either,so what am I supposed to do?!” Hyrule wailed.

“You don’t have any other clothes?” Legend asked in disbelief. Hyrule shook his head.

“You should have told me! I have a spare tunic with me— One that actually boosts defense, too, which I bet you could use. You and I are about the same size, so it should fit.” Legend stood up and offered a hand to pull Hyrule up as well, “Come on, this water’s freezing. Come sit by the fire and I’ll find it for you.”

“You really don’t have to… I could probably just… borrow a cloak or something from Wild. It’d be a little small but he’s got more—”

“Oh my gods, Rulie! Stop. I’m lending you my defense tunic, end of story. Geez, if I didn’t know better I’d say you were trying to guilt-trip me!” Legend huffed.

“I-I’m not trying to guilt trip you, I swear! I w-was just saying…” 

“I know, and that’s why I said ‘if I didn’t know better’. Seriously, you worry so much about everything. You really need to… What did Future call it…?”

“Take a chill pill?”

“Exactly. Take a chill pill.” The two had made it back to camp and Legend was now digging through his pouch, “And go put this on.” He handed over a wad of blue fabric.

“This… looks like a dress…” Hyrule commented without thinking. Great, now he was sounding ungrateful. But he really, really didn’t want to look like a girl…

“It’s just until we can get you some new clothes, okay? Besides, do any of us not look like we’re wearing dresses?” Legend smirked, earning him a sharp scowl from Warriors and a laugh from Wild. Even Hyrule couldn’t help but giggle,

Day 23- "You'll have to go through me"

Zephyr wished he had been open about this from the beginning. He knew right away that Warriors didn’t seem the type to trust many, and neither was his son. But Zephyr had fallen head over wings for the Hylian soldier, with his silky blond hair and eyes bluer than a summer sky, so tall and strong and confident, but with a soft side as well. The kind of man that Zephyr absolutely could not resist. So of course, in his enamored mind, he thought it was a good idea to keep his dark past hidden. After all, there was no way Wars would ever think of him the same way if he knew Zephyr had once been the enemy, would he?

He should have told the truth from the start. If he had, the two Hylians he now considered to be his family would not have turned their backs on him. They would not have seen him as a liar and a traitor… They would still love him. He really fucked this one up and he knew it. And it was going to take a lot to prove he could be trusted again; if they ever forgave him, that was. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try. And it just so happened he was presented with the chance to do so.

It hadn’t even been two minutes since he’d pulled Warriors and Mask from the ravine. He hadn’t even gotten Warriors to stop crying, or to tell him what happened. It was obvious it was about Mask, as the poor kid looked downright awful. It wasn’t even immediately clear whether the kid was even alive, he looked so pale, limp and motionless in his father’s arms, covered in what looked like electrical burns. 

“Wars… Is he—?”

“He’s fine. We’re both… fine.” Warriors insisted, brushing Zephyr’s hand away rather harshly when he reached to take Mask from him. Zephyr flinched, but got the hint and backed off. He could see the tears welling up in the Captain’s eyes, but didn’t press the subject. 

“Come on, we need to get you both back to the boat. We may not have your healer friend with us, but hopefully someone will have some supplies or whatever those weird potion things you talked about.” he urged, “Do you need help?” He offered his arm for Warriors to grab so he could lean against him as they walked. Warriors refused.

“I can walk… just fine, thank you!” He groaned, adjusting Mask’s position so he wouldn’t fall, then stumbling forward as if to show that he could in fact walk (even if not very steadily). All of a sudden, his way was blocked by three winged figures descending rapidly in front of him, decorated with the black, blue, and green feathers of the Birds of Prey, war paint on their faces in the same colors. Sensing imminent danger, Zephyr sprinted out until he was between his family and the enemy.

“What do you want now?” He demanded.

“To finish what we started.” Said Corentin, one of the Birds’ commanders, Zephyr remembered, “You are in the way. The enemies of Lord Nihrie must be destroyed.”

“We’re not sure how you two survived the fall, but soon it won’t matter anyway.” Nephele, a former rival of Zephyr’s, drew her bow and aimed over Zephyr’s shoulder at the two Hylians behind him. Zephyr immediately spread his wings to block them from view. He was not letting anything happen to them. He would die before he let the Birds take his family from him again.

“Out of the way, Zephyr. I don’t want to have to kill one of our own, but if you don’t step aside right now, you’re going to become collateral damage.” Corentin warned.

“I’m not letting you hurt them!” Zephyr refused, “And I am not one of you. I wasn’t in the beginning, I’m not now. Especially not after what you did to the Phoenix Clan!”

“Starling, we’re warnin’ ya…” Aither, the third of the enemy combatants, spoke up.

“No. I’m done doing what you ask. I’m DONE pretending to be one of you for my own safety. These two Hylians behind me are my family now, and I love them more than anything in all the worlds. I would die for them. SO IF YOU WANT TO HURT THEM, YOU’LL HAVE TO GO THROUGH ME FIRST!!!” He screamed. Warriors, watching and listening to the whole exchange, couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Zephyr really did love him and Mask. More importantly, he’d been telling the truth all along.

“Zeph…” He muttered, fighting the urge to cry again.

“It’s alright, you two. I won’t let anything—”

Thunk!

In a split second, there was an arrow sticking out of Zephyr’s back, straight through his left shoulder.

“Damn, I missed…” Aither grumbled. Warriors was infuriated. He didn’t care how hurt he was. His loved ones needed him now more than ever. He carefully removed his scarf and set Mask down on the ground gently, behind Zephyr still. Fire rod in hand, he stepped forward, now fueled with rage and the desperate need to protect his family, just like Zephyr had tried to do.

“Link, what are you—?” a burst of flame shot out of the fire rod, straight towards the trio of Avians, who flew up to evade it.

“Take Mask and get back to the ship. Call for backup. I’ll be fine.” Warriors promised. He then spun around quickly and pulled Zephyr into a kiss.

“I’m so sorry I doubted you, Zeph…”

Day 22 - Can't Scream

Mask was getting real sick of this mountain. Three times now, the Chain had attempted to climb it. And now for the third time, their efforts proved to lead to failure. He wasn’t sure how he got separated from the others, especially given that he swore he had been holding his dad’s hand just minutes ago, but somehow the blizzard had driven them apart, and Mask found himself all alone, farther up than he even thought he had traveled to begin with.

But that wasn't all. In reality, Mask was not alone; just in a bad sense. Dark shadows zipped across the sky, their true forms hidden by the white clouds and snow. The wide wingspan was obviously that of an Avian, like Zephyr. But these weren't Zephyr. Mask knew that. For one there were too many of them; Zephyr, as far as anyone knew, was a lone wolf (Or a lone starling?)

For another, from the way they were circling overhead like vultures… Mask got the impression they weren't exactly friendly. A thought that was all the more defended by the fact that moments after this crossed his mind, something sharp jabbed into the side of his neck. Reaching up and pulling it out, he saw that it was some kind of dart, decorated with black, neon yellow, and blue feathers. Almost immediately, the right side of his face and his right shoulder went numb. The numbness spread across his body at an alarming rate. Within seconds, he couldn't move his arms at all. 

The shadows disappeared, knowing their job was done. Whatever they had done to Mask… it was clearly what they were after. And Mask realized, as the numbness spread now to his legs, the dart had paralyzed him. Movement was the only thing keeping him warm up here, in the thin green tunic he wore with short sleeves and short pants. If he couldn't move, he would freeze. 

He lost feeling in both his thighs at the same time, tumbling face first into the snow. It was strange that he wasn't even shivering, though he supposed if he really was paralyzed, he wouldn't be able to shiver much anyway. 

Dad?! Someone?! Mask tried to call out, but his voice wouldn't work. He tried to make any sort of noise. Nothing. His vocal cords had been rendered completely useless by whatever was in the dart. At least he assumed it was some kind of poison. What else could do this to him?

He lay there in the snow, the wind whipping around and freezing the part of him that was still exposed. The last little portion of his body— namely his fingers and toes— was numbed, and he was left completely and utterly immobile aside from being able to breathe and blink. It was so cold… colder than anything Mask had ever experienced, even the Ice Caverns of Zora's Domain or the Snowhead Mountains of Termina. Even through the numbness that had spread throughout the inside of his body, the freezing cold wind and snow burned against his bare skin, soaking through his thin tunic.

He remained there for what felt like an eternity, though in reality it was closer to a mere 15 minutes. There was no sign of anyone coming to help. Nothing but the harsh white blankness all around. Even his own footprints had been erased. Mask tried time and time again to call for help. He tried to scream. But again, his efforts proved futile. Nothing more than a quiet, strangled gasp came out, and even that was soon lost to the howling wind. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t scream. He couldn’t even cry. All he could do was lay there helplessly in the snow.

It got to the point where he no longer felt cold. That would have been a relief to him, if not for the nagging voice in the back of his mind telling him that was bad. It was very bad that he couldn’t feel the cold anymore. That meant he was too cold; that his body temperature had fallen dangerously low. He began to wonder how much longer he had before he would freeze to death. Would anyone even know? Surely someone had to have realized he was missing, but… would anyone be able to find him before it was too late?

Mask was losing hope. Who was he kidding, nobody was coming. He was so tired… He just wanted to go home. He wanted to be warm again, to sit by the fire with a nice hot bowl of Wild’s meat stew, to be held in his dad’s arms or wrapped up in his scarf and to watch the snow blowing around from inside where he was safe and warm. Even being able to walk to the cover of some trees or rocks and curl up in a ball for any form of heat would be better than this. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t move at all. There was no escape from the storm… unless, maybe, if he just let go. If he just let himself fall asleep, he could escape in his dreams. He could pretend he was somewhere else, somewhere warmer. Then maybe when death did come, he’d just go peacefully, content in the belief that he was in a better situation than this.

That sounded a lot nicer…

Unfortunately— or fortunately?— Mask had barely even closed his eyes when someone was suddenly shaking him awake again. Their warm hands felt like fire against his frozen skin. Mask couldn’t see much of them other than shiny, multicolored feathers draped around him like curtains, shielding him from the wind. The person lifted him up carefully. Mask was slowly adjusting to the warmth they provided as they held him close. Compared to the bitter cold, it felt like he was on fire, but he couldn’t move. He couldn’t wriggle out of their grasp or even communicate to them that it was too hot. When did everything get so hot?!

“It’s okay, I’ve got you, Fledgling.” A soft voice spoke to him. Mask recognized the nickname as the one dad’s new boyfriend, Zephyr, used for him. Suddenly Mask wanted to cry all over again. He wasn’t sure if this was a dream or not… It seemed almost too good to be true.

“I’m gonna get you somewhere warm. Just hang on a little longer, okay?”

And with that, Zephyr took off into the sky, Mask held tightly against his body and soaking up the warmth like a sponge to water. Someone had found him after all. Maybe by luck, but they had. They hadn’t left him to freeze up there after all…

You cannot tell me that Paint and Ravio wouldn't also be bunnies. Legend's descendant, and his counterpart from another world (who already has the whole rabbit motif going on).

It's a whole family of bun ❤️

Also lop-eared Rav beloved

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