A @losttolegend fic?? You bet!!
Based off of this post, I wanted to create a short little drabble in Isle’s perspective, kind of like he’s reflecting on the things that have happened to him. And then I thought it would be a neat idea to frame it in the form of a letter.Â
They gave me your tunic, you know. After the princess showed up at the inn and saw how well it fit me, she let me keep it. I cannot even describe to you the exact number of double-takes people did as I walked into the castle wearing it. How their eyes would widen at the sight of me. I remember how they whispered to each other, “The hero, he’s returned!” And I knew the legend of the reincarnated hero that would appear every time Hyrule needed one, how you were the hero before my era. But I never truly felt like I carried that spirit your spirit within me.Â
It felt more like they just chose the first person who fit into your tunic. Â
I thought I knew what fear felt like, Hero of Time. There was one time where I was trapped on a sandbar surrounded by an angry current, and I thought I would never make it back to shore. The thought of disappearing beneath the waves and feeling water fill my lungs was paralyzing. So I thought I knew what facing the Evil King would feel like, but I was wrong.Â
Did you feel that same fear too? Even someone with the Triforce of Courage can’t be made of stone. I was so afraid, Link. I was so, so afraid. But I tried to do what you would do. If you could fight him and win and be brave and save Hyrule, then I could do the same. I had to do the same.Â
He attacked us within just two weeks after I left my home to train as a knight. I could hold myself well in a battle, but Ganondorf caught everyone by surprise. There was nothing I could do. I wasn’t ready. But still, I held my sword tight and charged him, tried one more time to feel some kind of connection to your spirit, but it was no use.Â
I believe the Evil King thought he killed me. I thought he had too, when I woke up and saw all the blood.Â
But I was able to escape. I tried to go back to my home, to see my father one last time, but all around me the water was rising and people were screaming and panicking and praying and before I knew it, I was instinctively looking for higher ground to just get away from the water. I ended up in a forest on a mountain top nearby. I ran and ran until I didn’t see the ocean anymore. Until I didn’t hear the screams anymore.Â
I burned your tunic that night, Hero of Time. I hope you can forgive me. I was never meant to wear it, and I’m sure you wouldn’t have wanted me to wear it either.Â
But I promise I will do my best with the tunic I have now.Â
--Â Hero of the Flood IsleÂ