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The fire begin to crackle to like as each hero began to tell their tales of their ghostly friends.
Hyrule and Legend spoke of an older man, his appearance couldn’t be described as he appeared more as a foggy figure than a person. However strange he was, the man was caring and showed concern for the heroes. Hyrule remembered when he first used magic, the man was so surprised and had let out a loud, “Is that what that does?!”
Both heroes were surprised by the man staying by their side for so long. Through every step, every struggle, the man was there to offer warm words and a comforting shoulder.
Legend, though reluctantly, explained that the old man had been the one that allowed him to keep his sanity during his adventures. He would tell him stories, describe to him places beyond his wildest dreams to drive him to sleep. He would give subtle advice towards puzzles and dungeons. Even when being sent to other worlds and domains, the man was there to keep him on track and aware of his attitude towards others.
The chain listened in confusion as each knew of a similar figure yet none had known of an older man fitting the description.
Time went next, adding that he had known someone that appeared to him similarly but the figure was a young boy rather than an older man. As a child and as an adult the figure followed him, offering guidance and care in a time that was confusing at best and dangerous at worse. The child would remind him to heal himself, to pace himself and to help him with songs that had been taught to him.
The boy would disappear and reappear periodically, always appearing when Time was at his lowest in order to brighten his day. When he had lost Navi, the boy became his reminder to be cautious and smart with his decisions. But later in life the boy would disappear forever, only leaving Time with the nickname he had given him, “Sprite”, after some type of potion if he remembered correctly.
Wind was surprised by the nickname, asking if the boy had named him that because his clothes reminded him of the bottle. The old man of the group looked shocked at the youngest as he answered in the affirmative. Wind gladly told the tale of the young teenager that joined him on his quest. The teen had been made up of smoke and fog, Wind had only noticed the figure when he set out to free his sister. At first he had assumed he was a monster but when accused the teen had giggled and answered “I don’t think so, but I do like the drink”. The teen would stay with Wind through his hardships and remind him that he didn’t need to be like the hero before him. He also called him Sprite but would later call him “Hook”. The teen did disappear at the end of his adventure but would return much older in the future to help once again. He never lost the nickname of Hook though he did get called Captain just as much.
At the mention of a teenager, Four’s eyes shot open as he gasped. All turned to him as he confirmed he knew of the boy, however he called him “Rainbow” instead. The teen took the image of a shadow that no one else could see. He appeared before his journey had began however, warning him against pulling out the four sword. Four remembered the day as the shadow rushed to stop his hand, with a loud “No!” echoed through the room only to drowned out with the gleam of the blade. The figure would stay with four, warning each of his colors of danger and alerting them to the imposter should Shadow appear to confuse them. Although, Four was dubbed Rainbow his colors also got nicknames of their own; Apple, Ocean, Grass, and Barney. The teen was there to hold each of their hands if one was separated from the group and was the one to convince them all to work as a team rather than an individual.
His cries were heard as Shadow was lost to them and as they mourned their loss, not one noticed that the teen had disappeared as well. They had assumed he had been a figure of their mind or a creature similar to shadow but nothing they tried could bring back their older companion.
Twilight asked if the shadow had been able to appear in sunlight, when looks of confusion were sent his way he began to explain that he had a similar companion. He assumed that the teen was the same age as him, around 18 years old, and had appeared to him as a living shadow. His face was obscure but he distinctly remembered that the figure seemed to wear a strange hood with matching pants. He wasn’t of the twilight realm or of the realm of Hyrule but he was comforting in a way. As if Twilight had known him for as long as he had known himself. The teen would tease him about his love of goats by dubing him the “Goat Prince”. Although his comments didn’t end with Twilight as he called Midna the “Queen of Sass”.
Twilight chuckled as he recounted the comments that were made as they travelled through the realms, with winners such as “Oh lord, he’s so ugly. I didn’t think it was possible to create something so ugly”, as they went to defeat Zant. Although this was recounted when they had to face against Ganon with the teen shouting “Oh fuck! Oh fuck I take it back! He’s the ugliest! Goat run!” .
His chuckles subsided as he remembered how crushed the shadow had been once they encountered the Hero Shade. Watching as the shadow cradled the skeleton’s head as he seemingly wept brought Twilight to his own knees. Even in the chaos of everything, the shadow had been a reassuring voice to him, to see that the teen was capable of crying was a shock to say the least. He did wonder if the teen was Time’s young friend from long ago, before he could voice his thought Sky spoke up.
The chosen hero had been confused as he voiced that he was not followed by a young man or old man but by a young girl. She couldn’t have been older than 4 when he met her, she had appeared as a figure made of clouds. She had appeared in his rooms the day his world would change forever. He remembered her giggles as he spoke to his Zelda and her anger as she was taken.
She was so small but so confident, guiding him through the skies as they flew, encouraging him as he brought his friend Fi to her full power. With laughter in his voice he remembered her demanding him to rest, to eat, to sleep, and to care for himself. He found it so strange that no one else could see her but he found her kind soul to be healing.
She would help Fi to teach Sky how to truly use the holy sword by mirroring the movements he had to follow. She fought alongside him as he was brought face to face with Demise. She screamed as they fought for the future of his world. Just as they sealed away Demise, just as the day had been won, Sky recounted her cheering his name as she disappeared. He was happy his world had been saved but admitted that he cried for the loss of the young girl. He assumed that she had been a messenger from the goddess to aid him and that she had been taken back to her side. He admitted to the group of astonished heros that he still missed her, similar to how a father would miss their child.
Hyrule reached to comfort his companion as the first hero started to shed tears upon the end of his tale. The heroes looked to one another, wondering if they should continue until Warriors spoke. He seemed just as astonished as the others with a look of understanding. “So that’s why she remembered her," he muttered as he reached to clench his scarf. He began to explain how the description was familiar but the ages were different.
He had met a young girl made up of wind and smoke, with leaves and dust making out her silhouette. She was about 7 or 8 if he truly had to guess, and she had appeared before the eras had been broken and brought into his own. She was young, yes, but had also helped inform his decisions in battle. He spoke of how she yelled at any who came to harm him or his men, Warriors described her as a young firecracker with how she showed other how to attack to maximize their chances of success. When Zelda was taken, she had been the first to calm Warriors down and walk him towards Impa, with his hand in hers she promised to help him through this chaos.
She was the one to explain who the people being pulled into his world were, when it was revealed to him who Fi was he remembers that she walked slowly to take the swords hand. The young phantom had giggled as she hugged Fi, with no reaction from the sword at all. That was when Warriors understood that he was the only person seeing the girl. As he fought in a war being fought for him she gave him a reason to pick up his weapons and fight time and time again. She stayed true to her word as she led him through fields, stages, and waves of enemies without waver in her voice as she changed that they could do this.
When Ganon had finally fallen, he had been exhausted dropping to his knees he rested his head against his sword and tried to even his breathing. The young phantom had been his confidant and anchor throughout the war, she had been by his side for every battle. So as he raised his head to thank her, he was met with her hugging him around his neck. He hadn't felt her weight before, as light as smoke and wind was but he felt it as she readjusted his scarf so he would look presentable. He had barely been given the chance to return her embrace as she faded away, leaving a pile of leaves in her place. The war had been won, and he couldn't explain why it felt as if he had still lost everything.
The tale seemed to make Sky cry even more as he thanked the goddess that the child had survived in some way, that he hadn't failed her as well. Wind went to join Hyrule in hugging and comforting Sky as the rest turned to Wild. They all had told their tales, their stories of their friends and wondered if Wild had had a similar companion. Wild, noticing the attention on him attempted to clear his throat as he said that he didn't have a companion but two.
Wild recounted the time he had first woken up, with the call of Zelda's voice being the thing to bring him into consciousness, he remembered opening his eyes to two figures, a young girl and younger boy made of what he could only describe at the time as floating water.
Wild hadn't felt panic as he allowed the two to help him out of the water he was still in and he listened as they instructed him how to dress himself.
He remembered their gasps as the three of them looked out to the beauty of his Hyrule and their confusion as the King's ghost spoke to him. Even then he recognized that nothing else would interact with the children though each seemingly had their role to play. The older girl would help his with fighting, hunting and strategy while the younger boy would instruct him how to play pranks on his enemies and how to make the best meals.
Wild noticed that they would change their elements with what suited the environment, he had honestly begun to think of them as nature spirits like the Korok.
Throughout his journey, he began to refer to them as his guardians. They would warn him of danger, teach him of culture, lead him down the best routes, and comfort him as his memories returned. They were new to him in this life, and would constantly remind him that he didn't need to be the man he was before, that he could just be himself. That he was just as much of a hero as he was before he died. The boy would constantly hug him or hold his hand to remind him that he wasn't alone. The girl would ask him to bend down so she could pat his head and tell him he was doing a great job.
He recounted that during the battles for the Divine beasts both siblings would be helping him in one way or the other, with the girl focusing on the battle and the boy on his health. With each battle won, they would rush to him and hug him as he was face to face with his past.
As the final battle came to be, the two promised Wild that they would see it to the end with him. They battled every monster, bested every challenge, and all of them gave out a mighty scream as they faced off the demon that Ganon had become. With their help he was able to free Zelda and accomplish what he couldn't do all those years ago. He remembered looking over Zelda's shoulder as they embraced and watching as the two gave their final goodbyes, telling him that he could be free to be himself now, as they slowly disappeared.
He truly believed that even if he was alone, that the two were there by divine intervention.
Wild smiled as he finished his tale, knowing that they left him with the mission to find his own peace, whatever that may be.
The fire filled the silence as each hero looked back upon their companions, their memories and feelings towards those who walked the path alongside them and wondered if they still watched over them even now.
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