Shattered Hero

singleship/multiverse/sel. private Hylian’s chosen hero himself.

               “Link Hyrulia, Hero of the Ages – if you’re interested in titles.” The response is bland and quiet. His expression had ceased to be hostile, but he remained wary, even if he looked faintly disinterested. He filed away the name and the affiliation for his own personal digging, already studying the land around him. The portal was disappearing – to his confusion – as if it had been removed from the world already.

     The way this man is studying her has her shifting a bit uncomfortably. What an odd man.

          ❝ I was just.. wandering around The Surface           like always.. And than I ended up here.. Ah right.           My name is Willow.. ❞

               Oh. I knew I’d forgotten something. Drayvak – as he’s named – grimaces silently. “Ah… The Surface, as you call it – is now a continent named Hyrule. The Surface you are thinking of is nearly six thousand years in the past.” He smiles, lips turned up into the most sheepish of expressions. “I’m not sure how you got here, of all places, and the only one I know can tell you… Well.”

Sheik did not like visiting the future; he much prefered the past. It was kinder to him; he knew what he could touch, what he must avoid. But the threads of his future were hazy, unclear. He wandered through an unfamilair Hyrule cautiously, visibly uncomfortable.

At least the woods were quiet, and bright even through the treetops. Sunlight filtered through the green canopy, and it was a rare occassion that Sheik preferred it to the darkness, the twilight. No, Sheik appreciated the brightness. It shed some light upon the world, a light he needed.

               Link had quite enough of Cia to last him a lifetime. He flitted through the trees, a growing scowl on his face as he follows the burst of time magic to its location, blue eyes scanning every inch of the area to find it empty of all other life but a young male, dressed very similarly to how the Lady Zelda had during her time hidden.

               Not that he would compare her to this stranger – they certainly didn’t appear to be female, but looks were forever deceiving. Finally, Link’s eyes flick up to stare at them directly in their eyes. He had left without Proxi – his little pixie had been having phantom wing-pains, so he had instead chosen to venture alone.

               The day itself was lovely – but his intent was much more focused on the stranger before him.

     Did the Goddess really like throwing her into random situations?

     The young woman nearly jumped out of her skin at the sudden voice, a small yelp escaping colored lips. She spun on her heel, tucking dirty blonde hair behind her ear. Dark cobalt eyes blinking in surprise. Where had this stranger come from?

               How unobservant, he thinks blandly, scanning the girl for any injuries, playing his part of a somewhat concerned Sheikah diligently. “I see. Where were you heading, if I may ask?” He’s distantly polite, as his eyes stare at her, scanning every inch of her as he tries to lock onto where this girl belonged to. For the life of him she did not appear to be any of his citizens from the Spine – but neither did she look like the soft Hyrulian children.

    “Where… where am I from? Hyrule… a-and I believe they refer to ‘my hero’ as the Hero of Time.”

       The shade gives a nod of thanks towards Link, taking note of the way his fairy seems to communicate for him– a mute, perhaps? Mayhap simply a man of very few words, much like his own lighter counterpart? 

        It would certainly present a bit of a challenge, as far as communication went, but he was grateful the blonde seemed to hold no hostility towards the shadow… at least, until the question regarding his own name registered to a crimson gaze, a nervous glance shot towards the ground he’d just been picked up from. No doubt, his resemblance to his land’s savior was troublesome– at least, it was where he came from, but the reasoning was justified. It didn’t keep him from hesitating to reveal his identity, however.

               Link eyes him critically, before nodding seriously and taking the shade at his word. It was likely then he’d been an unfortunate tag along who’d gotten too close to the Water Temple or the Mountain then – they occasionally got reports about those places being cited as locations rife with portals.

               The name made Link raise a brow – the boy was obviously hesitant and clearly worried about his reaction, but he needn’t worry. Link didn’t care about what he was so long as that sword he wielded didn’t end up somewhere it shouldn’t. Proxi, bless her, spoke again, smiling brightly. “I suppose it would be a little bit of a tilt, the way the world seems to be working right now, but we’ll get you sorted out!”

               His desire to change the subject was duly noted, and Link nudges his companion to get the ball rolling, answer his questions. “Well, unfortunately, yeah – there’s a lot of different Links throughout time. Poor Link though doesn’t get reincarnated unless something really bad is going to happen.” Proxi reaches a tiny hand up and pats his cheek, the Hero in question rolling his eyes. “But you probably won’t see another Link while we’re with you – Lana tries really hard to keep each Link from running into each other – prevent future knowledge from getting into the wrong hands and all.” The pixie shrugs.

                        ❛    Our world is one of  BALANCE .   ❜