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A Soldier, Not a Hero
Summary: Warriors isn't a hero, just a solider.
Status: Complete!
[1] - [2] - [3]
Thou Shalt Not Fall
Summary: Warriors is a Vampire, the Self-Indulgent Fanfic.
Status: In-Progress
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The Chance to See You Again
Summary: Mask shouldnât have gotten attached to a hero he knew he would one day never see again, but he did. He just expected he would be able to say a proper goodbye.
Status: Complete
[1] - [2] - [3]
Ghosts of the Past
Summary: Warriors gets a potentially deadly reminder of his past, but there is help where he least expects it.
Status: Complete!
[1] - [2]
This Ring is Shield
Summary: As far as the others knew, Warriors' ring was just something he wore to make sure other people didn't flirt with him to much. What they don't know is that Warriors technically married and that the platonic nature of his marriage actually greats work for both him and his wife. It should have been easy to explain the nature of his marriage but in truth, he's just tired. He's tired of the comments, tired of the advice he didn't asked for, and tired of the pity.
Status: Currently complete, subject to change.
[1] - [2]
Thou Shall Find Thyself
Summary: The Hero of Warriors just wanted to reunite with his brothers, so he asked Lana to help him. When he stepped through the portal she made, he found that he wasn't anywhere near his brothers. In fact, he found that the only other person on the mountain he ended up on was⊠also the Hero of Warriors?
Status: In-Progess
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Made more progress on a chapter that is called "feeding angst" in my document. So far, not an apt name for it. The feeding is almost there but there's not really any angst. đ€
It does answer the age old question though: what happens if Warriors drunks Hyruleâs blood?
Thou Shall Find Thyself: The Journey Home - Chapter 17
Fic Summary: The Hero of Warriors just wanted to reunite with his brothers, but after stepping through a portal that should have led him back home, he ended up finding another Hero of Warriors. After battling several infected monsters, the pair are still on their journey to Castletown, where they hope to find a way to finally get home. Written by myself and @catreginae
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War opened his eyes slowly and blinked up at the ceiling. He felt like absolute shit, he immediately closed his eyes again in hopes the nausea would go away, but of course it didnât. There were voices talking somewhere nearby but he didnât have the energy to focus on it. His whole body was sore and he just wanted to go back to sleep. But he felt like he couldnât so he forced himself to open his eyes again and let out an annoyed groan.
âI know, Iâm sorry,â someone sighed, âbut the juice will help. Promise. And if you drink your juice maybe you can go sit out in the sun.â
ââŠAre you bribing me with sunshine?â he mumbled, frowning at the blurry figure above him.
Whoever it was laughed. âIf you drink your damn juice then yeah, I am.â
It was hard to remember exactly what had happened next. He did drink his juice, he was pretty sure, because he was outside laying on the ground in the sun and it was probably the nicest thing thatâd ever happened to him. He could faintly remember there had been a chair at some point, but laying on the ground was nice and he wasnât complaining. Though he felt⊠weird. In a way he couldnât quite describe or figure out yet. It was like something was missing, and that immediately made him assume maybe something was wrong, but it didnât feel wrong.
âWarriors said you would like it out in the sun. It's pretty nice, huh?â somebody new beside him asked. âWarriors is in the inn taking a nap though.â
War cracked an eye open in alarm, unaware someone was so close, and he was immediately blinded by the sun. âHuh?â
Hyrule smiled and waved at him. âYou want some juice? Or maybe a snack?â he asked.
He blinked at him slowly as he tried to process what he was saying, and then he nodded. He felt awful, and eating would probably help. âYes, please.â
Nobody asked, but the argument that I had with an ex-friend about the Definitive version of Hyrule Warriors is actually part of the reason I decided not to be friends with him!
The argument basically boiled down what is new content in the Definitive version. He was showing me Linkle's story line and insisted that it was in the Wii U version. We went back and forth, he looked it up, realized I was right and didn't say anything else for the rest of the day.
The next day, we played more of it (because he was visiting from another country and wanted "to do things" but he didn't want to do the things that people actually come to my town for AND he didn't want to drive too far) and then he insisted that the Twilight adventure map was new to the Definitive. I told him that the Wii U version had up to the Termina maps and everything else was new.
Do you think he learned that I might know a thing or two about the Wii U version of the game since I played it much more recently than he has? No, he suddenly he "can't remember".
I asked him why he's always trying to argue with me, but he said that he wasn't arguing, he just doesn't remember. The thing about Linkle's story was an argument, according to him, but not the thing about the adventure maps.
Is it kind of petty that this is one of the reasons why I called off a decade long "friendship"? Sure. But it's also a straw on the camel's back sort of thing because it's just another example of how he's an arrogant ass. In hindsight, he was always like this. He was always trying to put me down so he can smarter and better at video games than me. I have other friends IRL that don't treat me like this and who I actually like to spend some time with, so there's no reason to hold onto a friendship with a guy who likes to brag about being an asshole.
The Definitive version of Hyrule Warriors is not really canon to Thou Shalt Not Fall. As far as Vampire Warriors knows, Cia is dead (which is not disputed in the Wii U version). This is because I never got the Definitive version so I don't really care that much about it.
This is because Lana knows that Vampire Warriors will fly into a blind rage if he sees Cia again, so she did not bring him along when she went looking for her.
The Definitive version of Hyrule Warriors is not really canon to Thou Shalt Not Fall. As far as Vampire Warriors knows, Cia is dead (which is not disputed in the Wii U version). This is because I never got the Definitive version so I don't really care that much about it.
This is because Lana knows that Vampire Warriors will fly into a blind rage if he sees Cia again, so she did not bring him along when she went looking for her.
Some medical papers in journals are basically "we tried a new surgerical technique that might be useful!" and these papers often include some sort of patient background. This includes things like sex, age, and why they are seeking medical help in the first place.
You want to know how one of these papers described the incident their patient had?
"He received a horse headshot on the right side of his face."
Not "his horse hit him in the face" or anything like that, but horse headshot.
I said a piece of equipment of equipment that one team lead seemed to have a personal grudge against would be useful last year. I also tried to get them to do a trial to see if cleaning it themselves will have quality issues.
Come to find out that they started cleaning it themselves now.without the trial because it's one of two units still functional (this one is a different model). They don't have permission to do that.
If they listened to me last year instead of complaining about it, they wouldnât be in this mess.
Thou Shall Find Thyself: The Journey Home - Chapter 16
Fic Summary: The Hero of Warriors just wanted to reunite with his brothers, but after stepping through a portal that should have led him back home, he ended up finding another Hero of Warriors. After battling several infected monsters, the pair are still on their journey to Castletown, where they hope to find a way to finally get home. Written by myself and @catreginae
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When Warriors woke up, he felt unsettled. There was a rocky roof over him but there was also a chill in his spine that differed from the general ache present throughout the rest of his body. It was just an ache though, not the agonizing pain he felt before he fell asleep so that was an improvement at least. He sat up slowly, groaning as he did so, and looked around him.
Right, the spring. He could see the statue in the distance. He did tell Sky that he could handle sleeping by the spring for a night.
âHey,â a voice called from somewhere nearby, and he looked over to find Captain sitting up against the rocky wall. He sounded exhausted and looked even more so, but he was up. âHow are you feeling?â
âLike shit,â he answered simply, surprised that Captain even chose to speak to him at all. âEmotionally⊠physically⊠I feel like shit.â
âNeed more blood?â the other hero asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
âYeah but biting would be awkward. I usually use both my arms to stay steady,â he answered quietly. âMy shoulder still hurts.â
âNot to worry, I have this for you,â Captain said as he held up a bottle. âBesides, respectfully, Iâm not really in a state to be bitten at the moment. If you need more of this, we have it, so drink as much as you need.â
âWhere did that even come from?â Warriors asked. He knew Wild had some that he got from monsters, he said so once, but he couldnât have had that much. He drank some of it yesterday⊠or the day before. He had no idea how much time had passed but he doubted that Wild had enough for him to drink as much as he needed. âAnd I wasnât going to bite you anyway since you didnât react well last time. I would hunt if I had to.â
âIt came from War. He and Wild have been trying to figure out a way to make sure thereâs blood for you whenever you need it,â he explained.
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Thou Shall Find Thyself: The Journey Home - Chapter 16
Fic Summary: The Hero of Warriors just wanted to reunite with his brothers, but after stepping through a portal that should have led him back home, he ended up finding another Hero of Warriors. After battling several infected monsters, the pair are still on their journey to Castletown, where they hope to find a way to finally get home. Written by myself and @catreginae
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When Warriors woke up, he felt unsettled. There was a rocky roof over him but there was also a chill in his spine that differed from the general ache present throughout the rest of his body. It was just an ache though, not the agonizing pain he felt before he fell asleep so that was an improvement at least. He sat up slowly, groaning as he did so, and looked around him.
Right, the spring. He could see the statue in the distance. He did tell Sky that he could handle sleeping by the spring for a night.
âHey,â a voice called from somewhere nearby, and he looked over to find Captain sitting up against the rocky wall. He sounded exhausted and looked even more so, but he was up. âHow are you feeling?â
âLike shit,â he answered simply, surprised that Captain even chose to speak to him at all. âEmotionally⊠physically⊠I feel like shit.â
âNeed more blood?â the other hero asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
âYeah but biting would be awkward. I usually use both my arms to stay steady,â he answered quietly. âMy shoulder still hurts.â
âNot to worry, I have this for you,â Captain said as he held up a bottle. âBesides, respectfully, Iâm not really in a state to be bitten at the moment. If you need more of this, we have it, so drink as much as you need.â
âWhere did that even come from?â Warriors asked. He knew Wild had some that he got from monsters, he said so once, but he couldnât have had that much. He drank some of it yesterday⊠or the day before. He had no idea how much time had passed but he doubted that Wild had enough for him to drink as much as he needed. âAnd I wasnât going to bite you anyway since you didnât react well last time. I would hunt if I had to.â
âIt came from War. He and Wild have been trying to figure out a way to make sure thereâs blood for you whenever you need it,â he explained.
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I actually don't know how I feel about it. It was one of those stories in the ritual creepypasta genre where you start playing a game/do a ritual but you have to do it correctly or face dire consequences.
But the game kind of stopped being dangerous about halfway through though. The game was still being played but they were doing everything correctly, do it ended up being more surviving in a weird world horror than a ritual gone wrong horror. There were sldi time loops and weird cosmic shit of being outside of the universe.
It's just not as scary because part of the horror for me is trying to imagine myself playing the game and sticking to the rules when the game itself tempts you to break those rules. If youâre not allowed to talk to an entity but the entity kept talking to you, would you be able to stay quiet? I'm not sure if I could. That's the horror.
So yeah, not sure how I feel because it's still well written and I still liked one of the main characters.
The one where Warriors and Wild learn Skulltulas are Poisonous
Read on Ao3 - The first of my submission for the âFor the TriForceâ Fic Fight 2026!! @forthetriforce
Summary: What it says on the tin. Plus, they have a little talk
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Now that that stupid dungeon room was finished, Warriors couldnât help but wonder what waited in store for them next. And since neither of them had been in dungeons like this, it was essentially walking straight into the unknown.
Why no one had brought up the fact beforehand, heâll never know.
Wild had gone silent since they entered the long stone corridor. Maybe Warriors was too proud to admit it, but the Champion had been a huge help in that last room. Heâd been quick on his feet, and even quicker in his strategy. Had Warriors been by himself back there, he might not be standing now. So maybe the two of them hadnât been such a bad pair-up after all.
At the very least, it was a lot harder to look at Wild in any sort of bad light, even after the fight with the Iron Knuckle. There was still plenty he disagreed with when it came to the Champion, and perhaps there always would be. But the air between them had been thick and tense; now it was so much lighter after their bit of exchange -Something in common other than this mysterious quest and that dastardly Shadow.
It was still a quiet affair, their little duo. This temple was almost made as if to amplify every sound, every breath. Unnecessary chatter felt unwelcome, and Warriors was raised to be respectful and reverent in holy sites. Even if this one was swarming with monsters.
The hall finally opened into a circular room; a dead end. In the middle sat a dusty old chest, not unlike the one Hyrule had found near the entrance of the temple. It was very conspicuous.
Wild moved to step into the room, though Warriors stopped him before he could get any further.
âIt could be a trap.â
The Champion paused. âOh, thatâs true. Iâm used to chests being rewarded for solving my Shrines.â
Scanning the room, nothing struck him as odd. Nothing ready to drop from the ceiling. The walls were clear of sigils and curses. Then, dropping down to the ground to check the height of the flagstones, none stood out as looser or taller than the others. Either the room was just as it seemed, or the hidden pressure plate was very professionally installed.
Well, why not check it out, then?
They walked slowly, Warriors setting the cautious pace, ready to spring into action at any indication of a trigger going off. Luckily, the Champion followed his lead and stayed a pace behind him, his feet even lighter on the stones, barely present.
The chest just sat there, innocently waiting. Upon reaching it, Warriors checked again for anything off. Call him paranoid, but he hadnât lived this long without (at least most times) thinking things through.
Warriors set his hand on the latch. Then, flipped it open. He was expecting, perhaps, a âclickâ of a mechanism, or a tripwire pulled taut that led to something else.
For all his caution, he somehow wasnât expecting whatever was inside to jump out at him and sink its teeth into his forearm.
âAck!â Warriors jumped back, half out of surprise, and half out of fear, not for any true pain. Frantically, he swung his arm back and forth to knock it off. The skulltula held firm.
âCaptain!â
Warriors held still long enough for Wildâs arrow to pierce through its body and force it off him. The skulltula shrieked and convulsed on the ground before shriveling up and going still. He stared at it for another moment before it disappeared in a plume of smoke as all monsters did.
It was unlike the ones he was used to. Whereas the ones from his era seemed to be made of gold, this looked as if born from a real skull, with only its legs ringed in gold. And killing it usually left some kind of reward. This one died as simply as any other monster. Very strange.
Wild put his bow away, walking up to the Captain and gesturing for him to surrender his arm. He complied, letting Wild look over him. âIt bit you?!â
âYep.â Somehow, it had done so by sinking its fangs right through the leather and in between the metal plates of his vambrace. Two little red dots marked his arm. Certainly smaller than he wouldâve guessed its fangs were, but theyâd never tried to bite him before, so he never thought too hard about it before. âI might have overreacted a bit.â
âYou sure youâre alright? Iâve never seen a⊠monster like that.â Wild paused, twisting Warriorsâ arm this way and that. âIts legs kind of remind me of a Guardian.â
The Captain pulled his arm back to himself. âYes, Iâm sure Iâll be fine. It barely stings.â He reassured, âThose are skulltulas. Though mine are golden, usually harmless, and always leave some kind of treasure behind. But it doesnât look like it did. How inconsiderate.â Just to make sure, he leaned over to peer inside the chest and⊠oh well, there was a little something in there.
Sitting at the bottom of the chest lay a key, one that looked remarkably in the image of the strange Skulltula. Not a boss key. But a key nonetheless. He reached in and grabbed it without any fanfare.
They had not come across any locked doors on their path, and since they now reached the end, it must be for one of the other heroes' group. Theyâd have to turn around and head back to the Central Room and hope that everyone else would meet up as well.
Warriors relayed to Wild, who easily agreed.
Back to the center of the temple.
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It wasnât long after that before the bite started itching. Wild had noticed, though he was trying to pretend he hadnât, trusting the Captainâs word. Which was still true. It didnât hurt; it wasnât halting their progression forward. It was just annoying. He was used to his burn scars acting up at the most inopportune times, and knew how to handle them. This little bite would be no different. However, Warriors still let himself fall out of step with Wild, trailing behind him rather than beside. He still couldnât help but think he was rubbing at it too much. Not scratching, mind you, but just rubbing the edge of the bite. It helped. And after all, he knew better.
But clearly he didnât, as the itch grew warm until the warmth almost felt a bit too warm. Until it burned almost as if he drew his arm too close to an open flame. It was bringing back memories of Volga. Of the burn scars that ran down his dominant arm. That had not been a fun recovery; even still, the scars tugged and pulled and made the skin never feel like his own.
How long had they been down here, again? Theyâd made it through at least three rooms filled with monsters, one with a puzzle, the stupid âfake chestâ room⊠It had been a few hours by now. Overall, they hadnât truly been exploring all that long. They were already doubling back, too.
But then why had he grown so exhausted? Those first few rooms should merely have been a warm-up. Warriors had marched across the country in worse weather conditions, wounded from battle, and with much less sleep before. Then again, heâd never had a Wild to keep this close an eye on before. But wait⊠Wild hadnât really been any trouble thus far. Heâd actually been great; there was much less babysitting than heâd been planning to do and much more quiet camaraderie, fighting side-by-side like he would do with any other knight. Even though Wild was far from the average knight. Didnât even wear chainmail or armor.
Man, Warriors really wanted to pull off his vambrace. It was feeling a little tighter than usual. Had he tightened it too much when readying himself this morning? Taking it off would help with some of the heat, wouldnât it? Maybe he could loosen his scarf a bit, as well. Nor was the chainmail doing him any favorsâŠ
âHey!â
Warriors blinked, and suddenly Wild was standing directly in front of him, clamping his hands on his shoulders. âHmm?â How had he turned around so fast? Of course he was an agile thing, but Warriors hadnât even seen him move.
A hand went to his forehead. âYouâre burning up. Give me that arm.â
âBossy.â
Wild grabbed it himself. When his fingers brushed the bite, it sent sharp pain both down his fingertips and up to his neck. Warriors tried to pull away. Wild frowned and held on tighter. âHold still.â Deft fingers began working on unbuckling his vambrace. Oh, perhaps that wasnât such a bad thing, it was rather warm down here. Somehow. He wasnât sure.
Vambrace off. Sleeve rolled up. The sudden lack of pressure over the bite felt like a breath of fresh air. But also kind of like a terrible thing. The fire did ebb or smother out, it merely looked for more to devour. It hurt. Where the two little dots had sat, were now two really red, really angry welts. His forearm was swollen, too, no wonder it was so sensitive.
Wild frowned, âThat thing must have been poisoned. Captain, letâs sit down. You look like youâre about to end up down there anyway.â
He had enough sense to be offended. But not quite enough to act on the suggestion. Wild grabbed hold of his uninjured arm and led him to rest on the floor. But supposedly that wasnât enough for him.
The Champion continued to fuss over him, muttering under his breath as he did so. First were his pauldrons, his gloves, and pulling off his overtunic. Then came the fighting with his chainmail until Warriors was able to show him that it too, had a buckle to unstrap first.
In the matter of a few minutes, the only article of clothing on his torso was his undertunic. His limbs felt like they were tied to millstones when finally, he was leaned against the wall, which was all chilled and rough as stone could be. Every muscle was weary and tired. He felt as if heâd just taken on an army by himself.
The wound (the bite?) on his arm was hot and he could feel his heart thrumming in his arm instead of his chest. Except now, the lack of his layers made him feel cold cold cold everywhere else. Of course it was; stupid underground tunnels were drafty and hardly well-heated. Where his flesh met the air felt bitter and made him shiver, though the blood underneath his skin felt fit to boil. That was great. He was burning alive but would die out in the cold.
Woe was life. Everything sucked.
However, he had to admit that the cold seemed to bring some sense back to him, brightening the fog that had begun to settle over his thoughts.
âPoison.â The horrid Skulltula had been venomous. Whoeverâs time that thing belonged to was going to hear some words. If Warriors makes it out of here, the nine of them are going to have a meeting and go over each and every eraâs monsters and how to properly fight them. At the very least, a heads-up about poisonous creatures would have been nice.
Well. Whoever was familiar with these Skulltulas, if any of them actually were, was not here. Any knowledge on how to treat the bite did not lie with Wild and himself. There was no room for experimenting, either. A wrong herb might have an adverse reaction rather than a positive one.
He was truly in unknown waters here.
âGo get help⊠Iâm not going anywhere.â
Wild shook his head. âNo, theyâll notice weâre not there soon, right? Iâm sure theyâre all heading back to the start already. Help is coming.â
Warriors frowned. No, that was an empty promise. There was no way to know if any of the other paths were as straight forward as theirs had been. The other groups might still be venturing down, and they were all blissfully unaware of Warriorsâ situation. âNo thereâs not. You have to, have to grab them-â
âIâm not leaving you here! No one deserves to die⊠alone.â His voice trailed off. Before he caught himself and hurriedly added on: âNot that youâre going to die! Youâll be fine, you will be fine.â
âSit down.â He commanded, voice shaky and tone not as stern as he mightâve liked. But Wildâs tone was resolute, and even Warriors knew not to fight someone so determined. âIf youâre not going to leave, come sit with me then.â While that mightâve signed his death warrant, something deep down assured him otherwise. He couldnât name the source of it, but peace greeted him as Wild settled on the ground beside him. While it sucked, this bite wouldnât claim him.
Silence demanded the moment. So there they simply sat. Wild was fidgety, though that was nothing new. Warriors half expect him to change his mind and bolt down the hallway for help. But he didnât. Instead, he bundled up his scarf (Warriors did not know when he had unwrapped it from his neck) and set it next to his side. Slowly, the Champion took his injured arm to set it on the new cushion. But just that small movement sent sharp pain up his shoulder and neck, and made needle points dance on his fingertips. He mightâve cried out. He wasnât sure.
Warriors closed his eyes just to focus on breathing.
Eventually, the pain began to ebb. The arm was still burning, spreading from his wrist to elbow. It wasnât as concentrated as before, less like fire, more like a hot day in the sun. Still uncomfortable.
This was like being sick with the bonus perk of being injured. And naturally, Warriors hated being either of the two.
âRemind me not to get poisoned again.â He mumbled into Wildâs shoulder.
WaitâŠ
Warriors forced his eyes to blink open, and found himself leaning heavily against the Champion. Whoops. He didnât mean to black out, of course. And he surely didnât mean to cuddle with Wild. Was this⊠did this count as cuddling?
The thoughts were met with laughter. âNo, I wouldnât count this as cuddling.â Wild teased. Dangit, had he said that outloud? âI only cuddle with Wolfie."
Warriors hummed in response. Good.
With that sorted out, the Captain nearly fell back asleep. UntilâŠ
âYâknow, I forget sometimes.â Wild said suddenly, warding off the silence. âThat all of you have lived painful journeys, and you all bear scars, whether visible or not. But youâre the only other one whoâs been burned like I have. I canât believe Iâd forgotten about that.â
Oh. Warriors looked down at his arm.
It was kinda gross, right now, actually. All swollen and red, burning and⊠anyway. But the scars from the fire attack still sat etched in his skin. Ragged and messy. Carved without care and left to heal in a way that was never quite right. Warriors couldnât blame Wild for forgetting about them, because Warriors tried his best to make the world, including himself, forget about them.
Long sleeves, even in the summer, luckily the nobles just wore lightweight clothes, not less of them. Even with nightclothes and undershirts; if the cuffs sat over his knuckles, it was all he could ask for. Gloves when he could. His arm was bundled up whenever it could be. It was not the kind of heroic, courageous scar that one might think it was.
Wildâs scars were all that. He had faced his foe and proven his courage and determination. They were a testament to his victory over certain death itself.
Warriorsâ were none of that. They were due to a lack of action. Others had to come to his rescue. And then he had been utterly useless while in the infirmary healing. Even now, he would hardly say he was back at one hundred percent.
The wound had changed him.
His dominant hand wasnât as nimble as it once was. His handwriting looked different now, if only by a little. He fumbled with his sword in battle more times than he cared to admit. He had not even dared to try to pick up a needle again, not for quick mends, or for sutures, let alone for the elegant needlework heâd once begged his mother to teach him.
It was pitiful, really. He was pitiful.
âSo, what about you, Captain?â
âHmm?â Oh, had he missed something?
Wild took a slow breath, measured and steady. âIn five years? Where do you want to be?â
He supposed that was kind of a loaded question, wasnât it?
If the question was asked when Warriors was 17, at the start of the war, the truthful answer would be that he didnât think he had five years to look forward to. It was a blessing in and of itself to make it to camp each night with the prayer of just one more day repeating on his lips. He was inexperienced. Impulsive. Surely nothing more than cannon fodder that would fall to the enemy.
And yet, here he was.
Even one year ago, the question would have been simple: At the castle performing his duties. Maintaining peace. Helping Hyrule recover from the aftermath of war.
Now, it wasnât all that different. But Wildâs answer had made him think. Anything he wanted to pursue in the future was missing a vital piece. Heâd known it all along, but perhaps he had never wanted to truly admit it. But firstâŠ
âI think Iâll probably become even closer to a stuffy noble than I already am. Filling out paperwork and being stuck inside while all the younger knights get to goof off. Maybe yelling at them to quiet down from my office window.â Warriors paused as Wild laughed again. Well, now it's time to get serious, âBut before I get that pleasure, well⊠I want to keep rebuilding my home. Restore it to the glory it was before the Great War broke out. Make sure every unnamed soldier that fell does not remain as so; each and every one will be properly honored.
âAndâŠâ Man, was he really going to say this? âIâll, Iâll be with Zelda. Working alongside her, until my dying breath.â He felt the heat rise to his face. It was the fever, not a blush.
Wild grinned down at him anyway, âHey, you took my answer! You truly are a sap, arenât you?â He sighed and leaned back. The smile faded from amusement to a soft one. âI guess weâre more similar than I thought, then.â
Hmm. Well, he supposed they were both doing the best for their kingdoms, trying to rebuild what had been torn down, and upholding their oaths. Sure, the Champion could get on his nerves at times. He could be reckless and impulsive at the worst of times. And loved to completely disregard his orders if he disagreed.
But Warriors had been 17 once, too. And if he looked closely, he could see bits and pieces of himself in the Champion.
Thou Shall Find Thyself: The Journey Home - Chapter 15
Fic Summary: The Hero of Warriors just wanted to reunite with his brothers, but after stepping through a portal that should have led him back home, he ended up finding another Hero of Warriors. After battling several infected monsters, the pair are still on their journey to Castletown, where they hope to find a way to finally get home. Written by myself and @catreginae
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War felt horribly awkward, sitting near Captain while Warriors slept in his corner. Both of them had their backs against the wall, knees pulled up to their chests as they stared out across the large space. It felt weird being away from his friend since he didnât fully know how he felt about the other heroes yet, it felt weird because Captain looked so much like Warriors, and it felt weird sitting next to the man after what Warriors had said to him.
He cared deeply for his friend, and he understood Warriorsâs frustration, but truly⊠heâd gone a bit too far. Captain was slightly quieter than usual, but he was also exhausted so that could be part of why he seemed off. War was nervous to bother him, he wasnât sure what the other hero would be like if he was pissed or if Captain just wanted to be left alone, but he felt like he should check on him. It took him a good hour to gather the courage.
When he scooted closer to Captain so he could talk with him without waking the others, who had started to drift off, the other hero jumped.
âOh! Hey! I thought youâd fallen asleep!â he laughed, giving War a smile.
âSorry for startling you.â He winced at the sharp pain in his back from the slight movement. Theyâd been sitting against the damn wall far too long. âI was just⊠I wanted to check in?â
âIâm all good,â Captain gave him a thumbs up, âthanks to you.â
War let out a nervous laugh. He didnât feel like heâd accomplished all that much to help his new friend, Captain was still dying, but heâd stopped him from dying today. And that did count for something.
He shouldnât be over here apologizing on Warriorsâs behalf, but he did feel the need to say something. War knew Captain was probably still thinking about what had been said to him, War couldnât stop thinking about it.
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