Evolved: "YOU! Unauthorized human!"

Me: "Hehehehe!" *disappears into wall*

Of course all it would take for this to go catastrophically wrong, would be to have the pick stolen.

Victor Gideon snatches it away and holds it up out of reach laughing.

"Oh? Does this belong to you?" I curse my 5'9'' limitations and Victor as he holds it higher.

"One of these days- *jump*- someone is going to- *jump*- climb up there and- *jump*- teach you a lesson!!!"

hehe i made an mv it’s kind of rushed and unfinished but im proud of the silly thing…

So I'm a magician. Engineer/magician actually, and the owner of Thornbrake Manor. It's a beautiful place that's been in my family for tens of thousands of years, and it's my job to maintain it- and add to it.

Why add to it, you ask, when it's already a very, very large place? Because my sole purpose is to make Thornbrake Manor a sanctuary for a Hero. And this is where the fic comes in.

My family stretches back to the first Hero to live in Hyrule (Sky). He made such an impression on my many-times-great ancestor that she used her magic to make a wayhouse, in case he was ever in need of it during his adventure. That was the start of the Manor. It was passed down and many years later, a baby boy was born- at the same exact time as the Hero of the Four Swords (Four) was. This boy, another one of my ancestors, was gifted with the ability to see Four's adventures, and he added more features to the house.

And so on and so forth. The Builder was always born on the same day as the Hero, but their lives were not tied together beyond that point. Difficulties ensued when the timeline split- Legend's Builder freaked out when Wind's Builder made the Manor a glorified island just for some sailing opportunities- but no one can tear down the Manor, and all of the additions stood.

Almost present-day. My mother was Warriors' Builder, and she added an entire library to the Manor, compiling several ancient diaries and information about our family's magic in the stacks. I learned from her, and from the diaries, assembling a History with my extensive knowledge. I started having visions as well- I was Wild's Builder.

In the first portion of his life, I added security locks- voice command and palm activated, specific to every door. I reworked Blue's training ground (the colors all had a feature specific to them) to have a setting that matched Wild's battle prowess. I worked windows into previous construction so that you can see all of a room's exits from any point in a room.

The visions cut out for a hundred years, and I was still bound to the house. My building wasn't finished.

So Wild woke up. I added more plants to Green's herb garden, more fruit trees to Legend's orchard. I contracted Koroks to hide in allowed rooms for a bit of exploring challenge, not sure why I did that. I kept having visions and suddenly I was seeing people from the portrait hall- the Heroes who my ancestors had prepared for. But I wasn't shocked, it was a well-documented fact that many Builders saw other Heroes near the end of the visions. No one had ever seen past when the Heroes visited the Manor for the first time- the reason why they built their innovations. We were a patient family, apparently.

"Making my way to the parking lot (I mean office!) walking FAST, faces pass and I'm lifebound!"

Victor Gideon clears throat from just a few meters behind me.

*Walking faster*

"Where do you think you're going? This is the opposite direction of my office." His peaceful sounding voice carries some danger. He walks faster himself, big strides easily catching up as the 5'9" human's legs struggle to get distance. Like an irate person going to catch their wayward feline.

"I just need to get an important item from my car- wait! NOOOO! NO TOUCHY!" huge hands grab me just as I start to take off running mid step. I look at Gideon's face and even through the visor I can sense his displeasure but he also a bit amused.

"Are you done with your unprofessional outburst?" I nod. "Good! Now, we need to discuss your ABYSMAL job performance this past month..." He carries me with one arm, my legs dangling and arms limply draped over his.

"Should I just sign my own death certificate?"

Angel & The Manager