[Image Description: A 4 panel colored Legend of Zelda AU comic  “Linked Spirit”. Panel 1: The Darknut's head is turned to the viewer, one eye and a splash of the dark purple ooze pouring out of the visor space. "HA ha ha I see you now" it says. Panel 2: Hero's Spirit, appearing as breath of the wild Link, looks disturbed and wide eyed. "Malice." Panel 3: The background turns black, and Hero, back in their green tunic, looks up at the Malice's giant yellow eye looming over them. "Killing the Hero again and again clearly doesn't work." It says "You must be destroyed" ('destroyed' is italic and bold). Panel 4: A glowing teal wheel with clipped scenes in each of in the 6 segments, each Link in the segments are colored in the same tunic colors as when Hero is shapeshifted as them. Hero's Spirit is in the center, curled up and clutching their hair. Their face looks fractured and generally featureless. The 1st segment features a hand reaching toward a blue ocarina, with Beast Ganon's hoof in front of it. 2nd segment Rinku is seen from behind a hand hovering over a headstone with the name "Link" in Hylian on it. 3rd Rinku sinking in water, indicated by small bubbles. 4th: Engineer sprawled on the ground, the pan flute in one hand, the Spirit of Healing hovering over him. Maladus's clawed paw beyond him. 5th: Hope hovering over his own body as a spirit 6th: Breath of the Wild Zelda (Bloom) holding onto Glider like within the Final Memory in botw. Under this segment, a ribbon like line turns into a glowing droplet. End ID]
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smh time travel makes the order of events so confusing sometimes huh?
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[Image Description: A 10 panel colored Legend of Zelda AU comic  “Linked Spirit”. Panel 1: Marin grabs Mouse with one hand. He snarls with a "SQEEK" Panel 2: Marin holds him up to her face, eyes golden yellow and smirking. She creates a magical bubble of water, holding it up to him. Panel 3: Mouse wiggles out from her grasp. Panel 4: Mouse leaps onto the ground, Marin's cloak silhouetted in Malice colors the background. Panel 5: Mouse dodges a splash of water. Panel 6: He runs to a spot with a missing brick on the base of the wall. Marin's silhouette looms behind him, the shape of her narrowed eyes glowing slightly in the silhouette. Panel 7: Mouse flattens himself inside the hole, with a "Phew" Panel 8: He glances backward, curling up, eyes sad. Panel 9: Link remains still laying in the alcove. Malice overtaking the area with swirling tendrils. Panel 10: Mouse begins walking down the small dark passage, looking determined, the shape of a dungeon map labeled "4F" behind him. End ID]
[Image Description: A 7 panel colored Legend of Zelda AU comic  “Linked Spirit”. Panel 1: Marin leans beside Link's face, eyes wide, talking to the Malice. "I can't do this without you." She says. Panel 2: The Malice caresses Link's cheek, "I can be in many places at once, dear flower, worry not." Mouse looks on, little eyebrows furrowed. Panel 3: Mouse bites the Malice, ears pinned back. The Malice looks wide eyed and pained. Panel 4: Mouse stalks forward protectively on Link's chest, forcing the Malice to back up. Panel 5: The Malice raises up next to Marin, who looks worried. "Kill it" Malice directs. "No! That's Link's mouse! They love him!" Marin cries. Panel 6: A close up of Marin's eye, which changes from brown to golden yellow, her brow furrowed. Panel 7: Mouse looks worriedly up, a shadow of a grasping hand over them. "Kill it!" Malice demands. End ID]
[Image Description: A 6 panel colored Legend of Zelda AU comic  “Linked Spirit”. Panel 1: Link's chest glows with the flower symbol on the Hero's Spirit's chest. Panel 2: Marin's hand hovers over the glowing symbol. "What is this?" she asks. Mouse watches from the side. Panel 3: Behind Marin, a silhouette of Malice rises, "Hm. The Spirit is still connected to them. We must destroy their spirit soon, or Link may never wake." It says. Marin looks on, hand still hovering over them, with concern. Panel 4: Marin drapes herself across Link's body, face hidden in the crook of her arm. Malice looms over her. "You didn't tell me that! You said they would be fine! They were supposed to be free of that demon, they weren't supposed to get hurt!" She cries. Panel 5: Marin sits up, covering her mouth, looking distraught at Link. "You told me they would wake up- I stabbed my best friend. I-" The Malice is a thin tendril beside her, looking down at Link's face, "The Spirit is not your friend. I clearly underestimated the possessing spirit's power. For that, I apologize." Panel 6: "Follow them. Destroy them." It says. The Malice looms close to Link's face, "I shall stay with your Link." End ID]
(Takes place semi-directly after Hero's Backstory, in which Marin attempts to escape her kidnapper and fate...)
Warnings: kidnapping, manipulation, blood mention and peril.
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Her skin was molded from down-filled pillows and coconut lotion. Her hair weaved from dreams of red ribbons and hibiscus. A wave from the sea to clothe her. A laugh borrowed from a bird above the ocean. Her first breath a captured breeze. A whisper of darkness, “Sing a siren's song, lure and keep him.”
She felt a soft hug around her shoulders, protective, possessive. “Perfection. A daughter, a friend... the perfect dream, until it's gone.” the voice whispered, soft and gentle.
Marin woke up.
She woke to the cold stone floor, groggy. The dungeon cell air was salty and damp. It was lifeless and silent, and most of all, completely sealed off. She had tested every possible escape already.
The stalfos that kidnapped her did not leave her food or water. Being a skeleton, she assumed it had forgotten it was a need. She swallowed around her dry throat and stood. With a sweep of her hand she formed a ball of water out of the damp air. She hadn't been taught much offensive magic. But she formed the water into a whip like tendril regardless. Weak as it was. She crashed the water whip against the doorway where the join of the lock should be and it splattered immediately at the force. She growled.
She recollected the water, making it shorter this time. She huffed her breaths and with a yell she slammed it against the same spot. It shattered.
Again and again. The room echoed with her scream of frustration as the water splashed back at her for the final time, magic exhausted. She couldn't even see if it made any dent in the lock. Marin dropped to the floor, closing her eyes.
“The Hero's Spirit is already growing,” The stalfos's voice carried from somewhere. Marin was uncertain where. It was so... excited. “One more dungeon, and it shall be just enough to work with. We finally found the proper lure.”
A lure. Why was she a lure? In her dreams. In this cage. She was a light dangled in front of a maw of evil. She gritted her teeth. Link thought she needed saving. But she needed to save them.
Link's face, tired and scraped and dirty washed over her mind. No, no. They were fine. They would smile again. She would make sure she'd see it.
A cut still remained just over their lip in her imagination. At first, it was a thin line, but it grew and opened into a bloody drip. Blood dripped onto the top of her own lip. Marin opened her eyes frantically, feeling the drop against her skin wet and sticky. There wasn’t a bleeding Link hovering over her, of course, only the ceiling. She dabbed the droplet on her lip. Her fingertip came back with a dark spot. She frowned, looking up. Something dark and sticky oozed from above the doorframe she’d laid under.
A series of droplets fell, splattering onto her face. She yelped, rolling out of the way, scrubbing at the offending substance frantically with her sleeve. She grumbled, glancing at the ooze- too dark to be blood as she initially imagined, but something else. She stared, watching it drip. It was probably some sort of chuchu up there. Her eyes followed each drip.
“I’ve been watching you,” a voice whispered. It was soft and low, gentle. She yelped, scrambling backwards, looking around frantically. The room was empty save herself and the ooze.
Heart beating in her chest, she exclaimed, “Who are you?!”
“Consider me your guardian spirit.”
“A spirit, sure.” Marin huffed, squinting at the stone ahead of her.
“Don't you recognize my voice? I was your protector, before you were stolen from me.”
She frowned, crossing her arms, “What do you mean?”
A song rung in her mind. She wasn’t sure if it was the spirit’s voice or her own memory. “You clearly don't remember,” it sighed, “You left that world for this. Reborn.”
Marin shook her head, “Why are you here? What do you want?”
“To help. Link is coming for you, you know.”
“You know where Link is?”
“Mm, they’re fighting through the forest for a clue of where you are.”
Marin closed her eyes, brows pinched. That wasn’t even close, they were going to get hurt doing that- She hated this, she hated being so useless, she hated that no one was helping Link, nothing was going right, why did the world seem to pick on them, kick them when they were already down- She hated it-
“I can help you help Link, too.” It chimed, as if reading her mind. Marin raised her head, opening her eyes again.
No. Not so fast, she was in an evil dungeon- “What would you get out of helping me?”
“I’m your guardian, remember? It’s my duty, my calling.”
She threaded her fingers together across her lap. “Do you have a name?”
She could feel it grin in the back of her mind.
-
Water washed against a hazy shore, warm and bright. Too bright. An island. Maybe. It had an overwhelming sense of home. She was certain she'd never been there before.
Link was beside her, quiet and thoughtful. But their hair was bright golden blond, not their normal soft sandy blond, seemingly to mess with her. They were tanner, and the scar across their lip seemed to mock her like some omen for the future. If she didn't intrinsically know this was Link from the nature of a dream, she would have assumed they were someone else.
She focused back in on the scar. Mocking her in the otherwise peaceful dream.
“Where is that from?” She asked Link softly. They blinked, seemingly surprised to hear her acknowledge them.
Their eyes were hard to pin down. She was pretty sure they were the normal sea blue. But they seemed more purple in the golden light of an island sun.
Link tilted their head questioningly.
“Ah. The scar.” She whispered, leaning to trace the line across their face in the air just in front of them. Link leaned slightly forward, eyelids fluttering. They sighed.
They didn't say anything. The seaside sun turned black. A flash of a trident arching toward them and a hulking beast looming overhead answered for them.
Marin woke up with a startled yelp, fumbling with the blanket. …Blanket? She looked down at the purple fabric laid over her. She pulled it up, frowning. A cloak. Warm and thick.
“I made it for you as you rested. You seemed cold.” The voice echoed sweetly.
Marin let out a soft breath, she was about to ask how, but it spoke before she had a chance.
“Did you have a nightmare, my flower?”
She looked around, “Ah. Yeah…” she sighed softly “I dreamed about Link… I think. They had this scar-” she whispered, “I just-”
“You have fear. It's understandable… You need to capture the power to change things for yourself and squash that fear.”
Marin stood, pacing. “Yes. Yes they won't get into as much danger if I can find them first.”
“They have a tendency to find danger regardless, don't they?” She looked around worriedly at the stone enclosure. Saving herself wouldn't win Link's other fights. The monsters attacking the city will still be there. The spirit sighed, “A symptom of the spirit growing within them.”
That Growing Spirit again- “Sorry?” Marin asked, turning in her pacing to look for the spirit.
“Oh. Did you not know? It will call itself the Hero's Spirit. It has attached itself to them. Clinging into their soul and driving them to darkness.”
“Wouldn't a Hero's Spirit be good?” she whispered, confused.
“It is only called such because of how it serves the royals. It is a corruption. Taking youth and leading them to danger at every turn. It only happens to create a hero because the most dangerous things happen to be against the royals.”
Marin frowned, brows knit together. “That stalfos. It wanted Link to follow it. To find me.”
“It aims to grow the Hero's Spirit. Feed it.”
“But… why? If this spirit is what drives people to heroism, why would it want it… fed? It'd be easier to cast Evil upon Hyrule if there was none so willing to fight it?”
“It's difficult to be sure. You will have to investigate.”
Marin frowned, sighing, “Can't do much from here.”
“Try what you were doing before. I can fuel your magic now that you have rested.”
She nodded once, picking up the purple cloak and pulling it around her shoulders. It felt like a hug over her shoulders. Soft and warm. She drew from the air to create a long whipped tendril. Strong and fierce. Wide eyed, she whispered, “How-”
“I told you,” it said softly, “I'm here to help.”
Marin took in a deep breath, shifting her stance to steady herself. With a crack, she worked to crash against the door’s lock.
Fueled with focused rage and fear, the lock did not survive long. It creaked and groaned against the hinges. With a final roaring yell she slammed a tide against the door and it fell with a cracking thunk. Marin panted, blood buzzing with energy and success. She laughed, “I did it!”
“We did it.” it whispered back, with a satisfied hum in its voice. “Now, let us flee, and find a way out from this labyrinth.”
Marin looked down the corridors and ran down the cobblestone path.
-
Marin swore it had taken at least a week to escape the labyrinth proper. Her Guardian had explained the Stalfos had fled to another fortress earlier, and Marin would have to go find it should she want to stop it. She still had a singular focus now that she could see the door out. Finding Link.
She rushed to the door and a sound like bones grinding echoed behind her. She spun on her heel. This wasn't the Master Stalfos. But it was large and imposing, armed with a spiked mace. Marin yelped and ducked as the stalfos swung at her, bones grinding together horribly.
“You must fight,” the Guardian urged.
She still didn't understand how. Fighting was never something she learned. It still frightened her.
Yet. Her vision narrowed in, her pulse felt slower yet more rapid at once. Focused. She dodged again, summoning a ball of water and splashed it against the stalfos.
It stumbled backward. The stalfos swung as it collapsed, crushing against her leg. She screamed, dragging herself further out of range.
The stalfos grumbled, bones re-connecting. It raised the mace over her head.
She gasped, raising her hands to protect herself. In a sudden rush of energy, her body seemed to repair itself. Her breaths evened. Her body moved on it's own. She twirled, a tendril of water whipped the stalfos back down. She slammed a force of water against it on the ground. The stal's bones cracked with the force.
She panted, a buzz of panic flowing back into her veins. “Did I do that?”
The Guardian hummed cheerily, “You're capable of much more than you think.”
Marin stepped into sand. For a second, it felt like home. But the mountains and canyons of the desert made it far clearer it wasn't. She looked up at the sky, a dark shadow of night. With a furrow in her brow, she set off to find a way to Link.
-
Marin's dreams were filled with the same place for so many days. Link- the wrong Link, the one with the scar and eyes of a setting purple sun was in all of them. They smiled at her, but all she could see was how many nightmares clung to them. She wanted to cover her eyes any time they fought nothing but nightmare after nightmare. Monsters made up by their own mind. Monsters made for that Hero's Spirit to fight.
The Sages of old were said to have prophetic dreams. Marin, Sage of Ocean, wanted to keep Link safe from such a fate. They did not deserve to constantly look over their shoulder.
Link had already defeated the temple of the Forest when she found it. They'd left it already as well. The forest was eerily quiet. Marin knew animals. They weren't this quiet unless they were scared. She whistled a birdsong to try and lull some birds into a sense of security.
“They fear the Hero's Spirit will hunt them next, now that the monsters have fled,” her Guardian explained.
“Oh... What will it do to Link after the Master Stalfos is gone?” Marin asked, kicking a stone on the pathway.
“I suspect it will find more adventure to pull them into. Or create it.”
“Will it not stop growing if it's not fed?”
“It is almost completed, it has enough power to last long enough to create an adventure. Especially since they are already a soldier.”
She covered her eyes with the palms of her hands, brows knit. “Is this pointless, then? They'll just be in danger forever?”
“They will. Unless we destroy the Hero's Spirit.”
“How?” She whispered, weak and desperate.
The cloak felt like a warm embrace. “I've heard legend of a dagger.” It whispered, “Let us find it, and we shall be able to cut the spirit out from Link, without harming the poor innocent child.”
Marin sighed her next breath. She hugged herself, nodding firmly.
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