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Chapter Twenty Nine

Twilight was man enough to admit when he had mad bad decisions.

After all, he made bad decisions all the time! He'd herded the goats into the pumpkin patch that one time, that was a mistake. And he tried to flirt with that girl from Eldin, man that had been a big mistake. And there was that dude's house in Kakariko that he'd blown up that one time, and man. Sure, he'd been trying to save the world and stuff at the time but like. It probably had been a bit of a mistake to just fling a flaming stick around a bomb store like that.

Whoopsie doopsie.

So yeah. Bad decisions. Twilight made them, and he was okay with admitting that.

And one of those bad decisions had been to have a second serving of Wild's crabsinthe.

And a third.

And a fourth.

And a— yeah, you get the picture.

The point was, when Twilight woke up the next morning, he felt less like a Hero on a quest and more like a groggy teenager who had spent the night drinking too much stolen whiskey with his friends in a field. His mouth was dryer than the Gerudo Desert, there was a sharp, throbbing pain that was banging out a tarantella in his temples, and his stomach was churning.

Twilight was hungover.

Chapter 1 - 282

Something was looming in front of him. Something dark and shapeless; or if it had a shape, then Link could not make it out. He couldn’t bear to focus on it for long enough to understand what he was looking at; it made his eyes hurt, his mind scream, his heart hammer like it was going to burst free from his chest in a terrible, bloody pulp.

In his hand he held his sword, cold against his skin. But how do you fight something you can’t see? Something you can’t look at without the world bending around you? This was the beast's natural defence mechanism, a way of tricking its prey into looking away, into missing the danger as it prowled.

Well fuck that.

Chapter Twenty Eight

Suffering was part of life where Hyrule was from. It was something you just dealt with. Even when he went on his journeys, when he ventured out of Calatia and into Hyrule proper, when he explored the ruins of a world that had once been mighty, he found much the same thing wherever he went. The earth was bad. Crops failed. People were hungry. Even in towns, where things were a little better, they were living in a lean time. Food was rationed, and it took strict control and management of what they had to keep everyone fed.

Things were better, these days. With Ganon gone, the world had begun to heal. The barren soil was starting to bear decent, reliable crops, fresh water was appearing where in the past there had only been springs of poison. Monster attacks were growing less and less frequent and Hyrule was finding far, far fewer bodies than he ever had before.

But still. He knew suffering well. He was no stranger to it. Suffering had been his close companion, his bedfellow, for most of his life. He knew that the life of a Hero was one marked by danger and risk and tragedy, and when he met the Chain yes, he’d been a little sad to see so many people who shared that terrible fate, but he’d still accepted it.

And then Spirit died.

Chapter Twenty Seven

Although it seemed to last for an eternity, the scream ended almost as soon as it had begun. The silence left in its wake was deep and terrible and resounding, hanging over them like a promise of doom. The Chain gripped their weapons as they hung there in the water, ready for anything, ready to fight, ready to face whatever beast had made such a terrible roar—

But nothing did. The darkness below them remained complete. Above them, the shape of the ship floating amoungst the sunlight, was unchanged. More fish of all sizes and shapes came swimming up and away from whatever had happened at the spirals base, but nothing followed in pursuit.

Wind did not like this. He did not like this one bit. Those fish were fleeing from something, and now that they were gone, the Chain were the only living things left in the spiral.

This was a bad, bad idea.

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