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Oh no, my insides.

Lynel boi fic-

Chapter one, the mask

Chapter two, Hoz and Robbie

Chapter three, what to do

Chapter four, a new friend

Chapter five, "can we keep it?" (unfinished)

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dragon totk wild

Griffin Ezlo

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george #1

timed dragon portraits

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calypso #1

The Internet made me feel loved and helped me understand what I am when my family scorned me for being out and insulted my art.

Link rushed toward the Hinox, the left leg to be specific. Link grabbed it as he passed, tugging hard and flipping the Hinox to lie flat on its face.

Link kept running, straight towards the boy, who shouted - either as a war cry or out of alarm, Link couldn’t tell - when he saw Link heading in his direction.

Link slowed, only a little, and scooped the young Hylian up in his arms, and headed toward the edge of the Hinox’s territory.

A sharp pain shot up Link’s arm, and he looked down, the boy had BIT him, hard. Link growled and the boy flinched back, ears tucked away like a scared cat.

Link set him down, carefully, and headed back to fight the Hinox, which was doing its little jog in his direction.

…

Hyrule couldn’t believe his luck- his bad luck, that is. He’d been wandering around, inspecting the weird trees while he walked in the trenches of this strange era.

The second he decided to leave the trench, there was a deafening roar, and he was suddenly face to face with a forty-foot-tall, fat, red monster with one eye.

Yay.

Hyrule dodged the first attack, which was surprising given how fast the thing was when it tried to crush him with its fist.

Hyrule heard another roar, and - to his horror - what he saw was a Lynel a third bigger than the ones in his era. The thing had white swirl patterns all over it, except the underbelly of its lower half and its legs. The hooves had black swirls reaching upward, but they didn’t extend far. The whole thing was covered in scars and had wicked horns curving out behind its head.With the scars and golden skin - Hyrule didn’t know how many levels above red that was, but it must be a lot - this thing was going to be a dangerous enemy. This might not go well, it - it knocked the other monster over.

It was FIGHTING the giant thing. And now it was headed toward Hyrule.

Hyrule yelped in alarm and was about to jump to the side, out of its way, when the beast scooped him up in its arms and ran.

Hyrule tried to twist out of the thing's grip, but nothing worked; it had a tight hold on him, and they were still shooting across the bog.

He inspected the beast's arms - one of which was weird, black, and covered in strange metal, while the other was scarred - for a second before biting the nearest one.

It hardly seemed to do anything to the monster except annoy it as it glared at him. Hyrule flinched. The thing had striking eyes, black, void-like sclera and pupils, but bright, electric-blue irises that he swore were glowing.

Hyrule was set down pretty far out from where the other beast was, though it still had its eye on him. Of course it did; no matter what era he went to, monsters were always drawn to him.

The Lynel ran off, heading back toward its apparent foe. Maybe they were going to fight over which could kill him? That had happened before between territorial beasts like Lynels and Zora.

The golden beast took out a savage looking bow and fired FIVE SHOTS AT ONCE at the other monster. The arrows hit the thing straight in the eye, and it fell back on its rear, kicking its legs and holding its face. Throwing a tantrum? Yeah, that's what it looked like.

‘Wait,’ Hyrule thought, slapping himself back to his own situation instead of watching the fight, ‘I need to get out of here.’

Hyrule started running back in the direction he thought camp was; if one of the monsters followed, it would be weakened from the fight and could easily be taken down by eight heroes.

Hyrule looked over his shoulder just in time to see a log hit him in the back.

His ears rang. Was that another roar? No, no, he had to get up. All he could manage was to roll over. The sky… was it normally so blue? Wasn’t it supposed to be more grey? How far from his cave was he? His chest hurt.

Everything hurt.

He fell unconscious.

…

Link dodged the tree the Hinox had thrown, which had been a lousy toss anyway. Or… Link looked over his shoulder to see the boy flat on his face in the grass, definitely out of the Hinox’s territory.

Link turned his attention back to the Hinox, now very angry. It had targeted the kid even though it had no reason to anymore!

He charged forward, knocking the Hinox over again and jumping up on its back, stabbing his savage Lynel sabre into the nape of its neck.

The Hinox did its dramatic death roar, and he jumped down as it died.

He collected the loot. Using the Sheikah Slate to gather the organs from a distance after he sliced it open, as he did NOT feel like getting covered in blood and sinew at the moment.

He ran over to the boy who was - surprisingly - not dead, just unconscious.

Link checked over the boy. He had three broken ribs, five cracked ones, and a broken arm. His spine and back were weirdly okay, so Link could prop the boy up and force feed him a healing elixir, which fixed up the broken bones quickly.

Once that was done, Link scooped up the kid and headed toward the plume of smoke he had seen earlier; it might be the kid's camp. But before Link could get there, night fell, and he was suddenly busy keeping watch while the boy slept.Link found himself oddly fond of the kid, despite the fact that he had bitten Link. So Link stayed by his side while he let the kid sleep through the night, shooting at any stal that crawled their way out of the dirt or the odd wolf before they could wake the kid up.

…

Time was worried, no, worried didn’t do it justice. Time was panicked, he hid it well enough that most of his boys couldn’t see it, as they needed someone emotionally stable - or at least someone who seemed that way - to rely on.Hyrule had been missing since five o'clock YESTERDAY. No one knew where he was. Time had sent Twilight out in the form of Wolfie to track their traveller down, but neither hero had returned yet.

Hyrule was one of the newer members of the chain and one of the only ones who clearly expressed that they didn’t trust anyone there. Part of Time told him that Rulie had run off, hoping to escape them. He hoped that wasn’t true.

After pretending to eat Wind’s disaster that he called breakfast, Time checked that the rest of his boys were there.

“We should start searching.”

Time turned to face Legend. The red-clad hero wore a light blue cap, no pants, and winged leather boots. He had an almost constant glare, pink hair, and a sassy attitude. He was also very overprotective and closest to the traveller.

“Twi is already on it,” Time said calmly in his best ‘everything is fine, and I’m in charge’ voice. “We wouldn’t accomplish much if we all split up looking for him. Twi knows his stuff.”

“What if-”

“Found him!” Twi said, approaching the group and shaking twigs out of his hair and holding up a green and white fletched arrow, “he’s not in immediate trouble, but he needs us.”

…

Hyrule stretched. Then briefly panicked when he couldn’t feel his new friend, Legend, next to him. But no, Legend must have gotten up early again. Hyrule relaxed, then remembered the previous night's events and shot upright. He frantically searched his surroundings, yep, there was the strange Lynel, inspecting what looked like a brush styled like some strange fluffy fanged animal.

Hyrule tried to quietly get up, so as not to alert the thing he was awake. It seemed the sun had just barely risen, and birds were chirping.

It turned and looked at him. Hyrule froze. It got up and walked toward him, towering over Hyrule.

It held out a banana, seeming to be offering it to him.

“...er, no thanks,” Hyrule stood, ready to run. It wasn’t safe to accept food from strangers, whether or not they had saved you.

The banana disappeared into blue tendrils and was quickly replaced by an apple.

“You’re not goona leave me alone until I accept, are you?”

The Lynel shoved the apple closer, glancing over Hyrule’s body. He had to admit he was very thin, not as thin as he used to be thanks to the past four weeks with the chain, but still obviously malnourished.

Hyrule sighed and took the apple. Without breaking eye contact with the Lynel, Hyrule took a bite, it wasn’t like the beast didn’t have other ways to kill him. Immediately, his eyes widened. It was DELICOUS, best apple ever, ten out of ten, very juicy and sweet.

“Sorry, I don’t have anything to give you back,” Hyrule said, uncertain. “I could maybe heal your face? It looks like you got hurt.”

The Lynel felt at its face when Hyrule pointed. He waved for the Lynel to come closer, and it lowered itself until they were at eye level.

Hyrule extended his hands and activated his healing spell. The scabs fell to the ground, revealing smooth - still scarred - skin underneath.

“Okay,” Hyrule said, backing up and glancing around. They were only an hour’s walk from his camp, IF he remembered correctly. “I’m going to go now, okay? Don’t follow.”

He headed off in the general direction of the chain. The beast followed on all six, tipping its head.

Whatever. Hyrule kept walking; the Lynel started to change direction and rumbled something at him. Hyrule turned, trying to figure out what was wrong. He looked at the bright blue sky again; there was a plume of smoke - probably something burning - in that direction.

That was his Chain alright.

He changed course. Then turned around and pointed back behind the Lynel, “Go that way,” Hyrule said, faintly hoping it would work, “shoo, leave me alone. My friends will try to kill you.”

The Lynel made the shooing motion back at him, “meow meow meow meow, meow meow meow,” it said in a very deep voice, mimicking Hyrule’s tone. He hadn’t known they could mewl.

Hyrule sighed and kept walking.

…

“Alright,” Wars said, looking over his brothers, no friends, he’d only met them three weeks ago. He shouldn’t be so attached.

“Is everyone all packed up? Wind put out that fire you're burning the food.”

Wind scurried back to the small fire pit and stomped out the fire.

“We can head out now?” Wars asked the old man, who looked deep in thought, though Wars could read him well enough to tell he was stressed.

“Yes,” Time said, glancing up and checking on his boys. “Make sure Wind and Four put away the food and stay here.”

“What?”

“Twi said it’s close enough we can shout if we need backup, I want your group to follow, but stay farther behind. Am I understood?”

“I… yes. Alright.” Wars wanted to go, he needed to know if his br- FRIEND was alright.

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“How do we turn him back?” Queen Zelda asked, pacing back and forth on her new patio.

They were in the castle, high above the ground, the place had been cleared of monsters three months back, and their victory over the beasts had been solidified as the blood moons got weaker and monsters were being reborn without their full health. The castle was in the process of being rebuilt; several rooms had been restored and added already, including this patio, which was more like a screened-in side of a larger dining room-ish balcony, as it was carved into the side of the pillar holding the castle aloft. It was connected to the rest of the castle by a hallway carved into the stone of the pillar.

“Maybe find a way to get the mask off?” Purah asked from where she leaned against the wall of the not screened-in section of the room. Link had tried to play charades to explain what happened until Purah just told him to write it down; it had been quite embarrassing.

Link growled and gestured to his scabbed face, trying to convey that he already tried that. Link stayed farther back, as he didn’t trust the room to hold the weight of a large Lynel, let alone the rest of the champions whenever they decided to arrive.

“Attempted that before you got here, did you?” Purah said, surprisingly relaxed, “Welp, that’s too bad. I’m out of ideas.”

“You out of ideas?” Zelda paused her pacing to look at Purah. “Could we run a blood test? That new thing you came up with?”

“I mean, we COULD,” Purah said, wrinkling her nose and rubbing her forearm, “but those are kinda new; all we can really tell is blood type, magic level, and measuring blood sugar.”

“Still, please,” Zelda said, eyes pleading.

“Alright, alright,” Purah started walking towards the door, seeming exhausted. She patted Link's arm as she passed him, “I’ll be getting my supplies, I’ll be right back.”

After the door shut and Purah was gone, Zelda sighed.“I’m so sorry this happened, Link,” the Queen said, walking over to him and holding his rough, calloused giant hand, “I wish I knew how to help.”

They heard thumping from the hallway outside. It seemed the champions had arrived. Sidon slammed the door open, barely needing to duck through the large doorway. Tulin dove under the arm Prince Sidon was using to hold the door open.

“Link!” they both yelped, rushing over to the hero. Sidon embraced him in a fierce hug while Tulin landed on his shoulder and hugged his face.

It felt weird to be hugged by Sidon now that they were the same height; Link hesitantly hugged Sidon back with one arm, the other patting Tulin's back.

“Are you okay!?” Sidon said, shaking Link as if to snap him back to reality, “We heard you transformed; did it hurt!?”

Teba and Yunobo reached the door at the same time, both panting heavily.

“No fair,” Yunobo said, “you only beat me here because I’m not allowed to roll in the hallways.”

“True,” Sidon said, releasing Link and turning to the Goron sage and Champion.

Link approached Teba and Yunobo and hugged them each in turn before backing up to give them personal space, happy to see his friends. Yunobo’s rough rock-like skin and Teba’s soft light feathers were quite the contrast.

“Tulin,” Teba said, sounding frustrated and tired of this crap at the same time, “I told you to stay with the knights.”

“Hey!” Tulin said, chirping in an annoyed tone, “I’m a sage too!”

“You’re too young.”

“For what? Seeing Link like this?” Tulin shifted nervously, scooting closer to Link's head, from where he perched atop Link's shoulder, “Link’s my friend, I wanna know if he’s okay.”

“Scoot,” a voice said from the doorway blocked from Link's view by Yunobo and Teba. Teba calmly stepped to this side while Yunobo shuffled awkwardly out of the way of the owner of the voice. It was Chief Riju of the Gerudo, seal pajamas and all. She stepped in, spotted Link, and raised an eyebrow, “Nice to know they weren’t joking, as frustrating as this situation is.” She walked over to Link and side-hugged him when he lowered himself at her approach, “Good to see you.”

“Alright,” Zelda said, “now we just need to wait for Purah to get back.”

“Back?” Riju asked, attention turned to the queen, “She was here earlier and left?”

“I asked her to get her tools so she could test Link’s blood,” the Sage of Time said.

“What would we even be testing for?” Teba asked, taking out one of the chairs at the table and seating himself.

“I… don't know,” Zelda said honestly, “anything, really.”

“Check it!” Purah said from the doorway, hand up in front of her eye in a peace symbol, “I’m back! I’ve got the blood kit! Also some old vials of Link's blood when we were testing regeneration a week back, kept fresh with Sheikah tech so we can compare it to the new blood.”

“I really don’t think taking Link’s blood is a good idea,” Prince Sidon said, eyeing the blood kit tucked under Purah’s arm with uncertainty.

“Got any better ideas, fish boy?”

An argument took place, most of which was about whether or not Purah knew Link’s current anatomy well enough to take a blood sample. Everyone was clearly worried for Link but expressed it in different ways; Sidon wanted to know if this would hurt his friend, Yunobo wanted to know if Link wanted this, Teba and Purah thought the blood test would maybe give them a lead, Riju said they should try to track down the smiling man, Tulin thought they should get Link a bigger paraglider so he could fly around in this form in case he was stuck like this, Zelda thought they should let him rest while they figure this out.

Link purred, trying to calm everyone down; it only seemed to work on Tulin, who leaned against Link’s head and started running a feathered hand through Link's hair.

Link himself was frustrated with the situation but even more so with everyone else's frustration. He didn't like seeing everyone arguing like this.He wished he could just take the mask on and off again easily so this whole thing didn't have to happen.

Link tried to calm his breathing, but it didn’t work as well as he’d hoped, he only started to calm down once Tulin started brushing his hair with Riju’s spare seal brush. Link lay down, both bellies flat against the ground, rested his head on folded arms, and purred loudly. He got some weird looks but didn’t mind.He closed his eyes and let himself focus on the rhythmic strokes of the brush through his mane.

“I think he’s falling asleep, guys,” Tulin chirped softly. Link cracked an eye open to stare at the young Rito. “Oh, sorry.” Link closed his eye again.

Screw this. Link got up, pointed at Purah, and held out his wrist. Everyone fell silent.

“Are you… sure?” Sidon asked, ever the overprotective mother cucco.

Link nodded. Turns out, his current form was close enough to Hylian that Purah was able to draw Link’s blood with the needle successfully. Strangely, the blood was tainted black and glowing, the blue glow from it was normal for Link.

That done, Link got out his Sheikah Slate, carefully plucked Tulin off his shoulder, and typed into the text rune Purah had recently added along with the video rune.He sent the text to the Purah Pad and patiently waited for Zelda to read it aloud.

“I’m getting stressed out,” the Sage of Time read, “I’m going to leave you all to figure this out or not, I’m going to try to find the man who gave Kilton this mask and beat the - Link, please don’t cuss - out of him.” Zelda looked up and met Link’s eyes, “Alright then, be safe, and send me updates, please. I’ll tell you what happens with the blood test.”

Link nodded and went to his map, clicked on Taki-Ihaban Shrine in Lindor’s brow cave, and turned into blue tendrils. As one does.

Link was used to the light-headedness that came from traveling from one place to another via slate, but he still stumbled when his vision cleared of the light blue color and he was able to see the cave around him. It had once held a phantom Ganon, but with Ganondorf defeated, that was gone and the cave was safe to explore for travelers.

Link approached the exit of the cave and realized he MIGHT need to climb to get out. Link looked down at his hooves. Welp, it was worth a shot. It was difficult, slow, and annoying, but he was able to climb his way out, mostly with his upper body strength.Link rounded the area and eventually reached Ludfo’s Bog, where his enhanced hearing picked up on a distant roar.

The Hinox was awake. What fool had tried to fight it? Sure, it was only a red Hinox, but the soldiers weren’t supposed to go after large game.

Link had fought that Hinox plenty of times when trying to upgrade a specific outfit, and he knew how easy it was once you got the hang of it, but most had never fought this type of monster and wouldn’t know what they were doing.

Link charged in that direction, ignoring - for once - the many frogs that leaped out of his way. He also spotted a new smoke plume that hadn’t been there last time, perhaps more travelers?He slowed and prowled forward on all six, not wanting to be seen for some reason. He heard cursing and poked his head up to see a young brown-haired boy in a green tunic dodging attacks from the Hinox. He was… fast, and had a silver blade with rubies in the hilt that did not match the rest of his gear.

The boy must have been about sixteen years old; he was definitely not supposed to be out here.

The young Hylian tripped, and the Hinox raised its arm to strike.

Link roared, standing up and charging forward.

The Hinox roared back and didn’t strike the traveler, instead turning its attention to its new adversary.

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Link stared at his reflection in Lake Kolomo for a long time, getting used to his new features. This form had a strange, powerful litheness to it.

The water rippled, distorting the reflection. Link huffed. Maybe he was lingering on his new appearance too much, but it wasn’t every day you suddenly turned into a Lynel!

It was raining now. The soft patter of raindrops against the surface of the water and stones was calming to him. It was quieter against the grass. Link lifted his face to feel the water streaming through his fur, cleaning him. The water was cold, chilling him to his bones. Link shivered.He needed to get help, he couldn’t stay in this form forever, that would be dangerous and boring. He wouldn’t be able to talk to anyone! He wouldn’t be able to climb or fly through the air with his paraglider! Screw this.

Link stood from where he had been crouching, startling some nearby birds into flight. Link roared for extra effect in case anyone was watching. He started pacing back and forth. As much as he hated it, he needed to make a plan. First, how was he going to approach someone without scaring them into running away? Second, how was he going to convey the fact he was indeed their hero, the one they all practically worshipped? Third, how was he going to get out of this body? He could figure that last one out by talking to Purah, Zelda, and possibly the old constructs.

Link racked his brain for ideas. Hmmm. Wait. Had Kilton known what the mask would do? Anger flared deep in Link's stomach. No, no, that would have to have been the strange man who had given Kilton the mask in the first place. ‘I’ll find that man…’ Link thought to himself, though he wasn’t sure what exactly he’d do to the mask maker after locating him.

Alright, back to the task at hand, he needed to find people. Lookout Landing was full of people! Maybe he could catch a traveler on their way to the settlement and… and do what? Flap his arms around until they understood what he meant? Write, he could write. He’d have to wait until the rain ended before he did so though, otherwise, he would ruin the paper.

Link decided to calm down by hunting; he needed to practice that in this form anyway, since he might be in it for a while. There was a band of red bokoblins and one silver following their boss around in this area, and it was on the way to Lookout Landing. He charged in that direction, surprised at just how fast he was, faster than the average Lynel to be sure. He passed ruins, trees, and fields of flowers. He splashed through puddles. The water soaked his underbelly.

Link spotted the bokoblins right before he reached them. He dealt with the bokoblins swiftly, offing them with quick swings of his claymore fused with a black moblin horn. He looted the bodies, breaking their horns off and ripping them open for their guts.Link used the rain and a rag from the Sheikah Slate to clean the blood off his hands, then made his way toward Lookout Landing again.

The rain faded as Link walked across the field. He wasn’t in a rush, just trotting along, appreciating the scenery. He admired the distant mountains he knew so well, the shiny blades of grass surrounding him, and the fluffy pale clouds in the sky.

He spotted the settlement - not the tower there; that was easy to see even in another region - about a half a mile off into the distance. He slowed his pace and crouched down on all six, staying close to the ground, he didn’t want to startle anyone. He prowled closer. He smelled two different people, but he couldn’t discern who they were. One smelled of metal and smoke; the other of apples, blood, and wood.

Wait. Why was he acting like this was a hunt? Link stood up, put his hands on his hips, and strutted toward the two figures over the next hill.It was Robbie and Hoz.

“Well h**l,” Robbie said, jaw dropping at the sight of Link. Robbie was one of the more renowned scientists of Hyrule; he was also a very short Sheikah man with a comical white haircut and a fun personality.

Hoz tensed immediately and pointed his spear directly at Link’s heart. During Link’s first adventure, he had looked up to Hoz; all the while, Hoz had been looking up to him. He was - usually - a few inches taller than Link, though while Link was like this he was about a two fifths Links height. Hoz had tan skin, a nice goatee, and a shiny helmet.

Link waved, he also tried to say, ‘Hey guys, it’s just me,’ but instead all that came out was a weird mix of a mewl and a grumble.

“Did… did that Lynel just… wave?” Hoz’s spear lowered a few inches, and Link took that as an invitation to take a few steps closer. Hoz raised his spear again.

Link stood there, giving them a few minutes to study him. He felt their gaze dissect every inch of him.

“Those scars…” Robbie said, eyes trailing over Link’s body, “I know those scars… Link…?”

Link nodded vigorously, walking forward again; he produced the Sheikah Slate as more proof, waving at them.

This time, they approached him as well, cautiously, as you couldn’t just upend an entire life of learning that Lynels were dangerous. But it was still a win.

Link knelt and lowered his head so that he was almost eye level with Robbie. “Mew,” he said in a very serious tone.

Robbie grinned, then spun to face Captain Hoz. “I-”

“No, absolutely not,” Hoz said, giving Robbie a look and thumping the butt of his spear against the ground. At first, Link thought he was denying Link's identity, until the next words exited Hoz’s mouth, “You are NOT experimenting on him. He’s still a person.”

“I’d be trying to help him get back to his usual form!” Robbie exclaimed, tossing his hands in the air, “Not torturing him like a madman!”

“No,” Hoz said stubbornly. “It doesn’t matter what you say because it’s Link’s choice anyway.”

They turned to face him. Link scooted closer to Hoz.

“Dang it.” Robbie didn’t seem entirely disappointed, he actually looked quite happy. He patted Link’s nose. “I’m assuming you need to talk to Purah and Zelda about this?” Link nodded.

“Good,” the strange little man said, “Hoz, I need to go talk to the guards at Lookout Landing and let them know Link is like this; you keep him company.”

“Wait, why me?”

“Because I,” Robbie said, “want to see the looks on those fools' faces.” Robbie suantered of toward the settlement, whistling to himself.

“They’re not fools!” Hoz called after Robbie, not sounding entirely offended, “They’re good men!”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Once Robbie had disappeared into the small fortress, they both looked to each other.

Hoz relaxed visibly and slapped Link on the shoulder, “Hey, I know this must be weird for you, being in a new body and all… so, are you okay?”

Link thought for a moment. It wasn’t the first time he’d felt like this; the first time had been much worse. He’d remembered waking up in the shrine of resurrection without knowing who or what he was; he hadn’t even known how to speak and had had trouble breathing. He’d remembered feeling scared of gravity, and the ability to touch, that is, until he found out he could throw things. He’d loved doing that.Link nodded, yes, he was fine. He posed dramatically for extra effect. Hoz chuckled, eyes twinkling with mirth.

“Liiiiink!” a voice called out from the direction of Lookout Landing. Josha entered view. She was carrying two books and some papers under one arm while she waved frantically with the other, some of the papers started to scatter to the wind, and Josha cursed, skidding to a stop and swiping at them. She looked like a kitten trying to catch a string far out of her reach.

Link huffed, tromping over and snatching the parchments out of the wind's grasp. He looked at the papers for a second before handing them over to Josha. They looked like pages copied - Josha would never damage a book by ripping out the pages - from old writings about artifacts and legends. One had a picture of some strange diamond-shaped amulet.

“Thank you!” Josha said, wide-eyed and staring into his soul. Josha - like Robbie - was a sheikah scientist and Purah’s assistant. She had apparently heard the news, immediately snatched her notes, and took off. “These notes,” she said, holding up the papers as Hoz approached, “are records of artifacts and spells that can change someone's form, and these,” she gestured to the books under her arm, “are stories and fairy tales about that kind of thing.”

“I highly doubt fairy tales are going to help Link at the moment.” Hoz said, looking concerned.

“They might!” Josha stomped her foot, “Link confirmed that Koroks, fairies, and dragons are real! And Link was a fairy tale himself at one point!”

“Koroks aren’t…” he looked hesitantly over to Link, who nodded. “H*ll.”

Josha giggled, happy that she’d won an argument with an adult.

“You two figure out what happened, while I rethink my life,” Hoz said, walking off and settling down to sit on a rock about five paces away from Link.

“So,” Josha said in her serious tone, “was it an object or a spell? Do you even know?”

Link nodded, then cupped his large hands together and covered his face, then lowered his Hands and made a ‘poof’ noise he was quite proud of.

“You were having a mental breakdown, and then suddenly you were a Lynel?” Josha guessed, “That's weird.”

Link stared at her, then slowly shook his head.

“You sure? Cuz I’m pretty sure it’s weird.”

Link shook his head more vigorously.

“No, you weren’t having a mental breakdown?”

Link nodded. Goddesses, not everyone thinks he's that fragile, do they?

“Sure, Link, sure.”

Link made the motions of cupping his hands and holding them up to hide his face again.

“You were washing your face in weird water?” Josha guessed, hopeful. Link gave her the signal that, no, that wasn’t it.

Josha sighed, “We may need Purah’s help; she’s better at charades than me.”

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