Ideas/Variations on Zelda II? Legend is the most proficient spellcaster, and Legend's Hyrule is kind of the most... destroyed? Idk, maybe I'm just a shill for the NES Zeldas lol
I assume you mean Hyrule if you’re talking about NES Zelda games :D But I’m also big on the NES Zelda games!!
“How did you even learn how to use magic?” Wind asks as they’re walking along an old and beaten path.
“You’ll never believe me,” Hyrule chuckles in reply. “Compared to what you guys have done? My own experiences will just be weird.”
Wind grabs his sleeve and tugs on it with a whine. “But I wanna know! Your magic is so cool and I wanna learn!”
“Uh,” Hyrule splutters. “I’m not sure if teaching you magic is a good idea... you’re a little young—“
“Are you seriously gonna pull the “you’re too young” card?” Wind snaps, giving Hyrule a death glare. “I thought you were cooler than that!”
Again, Hyrule splutters as he tries to amend his mistake. “Th-thats not what I meant! I—“
“Then what did you mean, because it sounds like you’re saying I’m too young! I’m a hero like the rest of you!”
Oh boy. Hyrule gulps, using a finger to pull out his collar a little. “Wind, it’s not a maturity thing,” Hyrule says in hopes of the kid understanding what he means. “It’s your physical age that’s the problem! I know you’re a hero like the rest of us, and I’m not doubting you or anything it’s j-just...”
Wind is staring at him with a raised eyebrow, but he’s not spitting profanities like Hyrule thought he would be, which is a step in the right direction.
So he takes a deep breath before continuing, “Magic is very... volatile, in a sense. Even if you can use magic, at your age it would be hard to control because you don’t have a lot of experience but you have a lot of energy.” Hyrule scratches the back of his head, peering at Wind shyly only to see the lad taking on a look of consideration. Encouraged, Hyrule adds, “If I taught you a spell, it would probably blow up in your face.”
“Oohh!” Wind nods sagely, giving Hyrule a thumbs up. “I getcha!”
Hyrule waits, but Wind doesn’t say anything else. He still looks like he’s pondering over something, which is rather unnerving because what could he possibly be contemplating?
Later in the day, Wind approaches him once more, holding a white baton. The item radiates magical energy, powerful energy, too. Before Hyrule can say anything, Wind holds the baton up.
“If you can’t teach me magic, maybe I can teach you something?”
“You just want me in your debt so I have to teach you magic later, don’t you?”
Wind grins, but doesn’t confirm nor deny. It’s all the confirmation Hyrule needs. He sighs.
“Alright, I’ll bite,” Hyrule fully turns to Wind, eyeing the baton and deciding to humor him. “What have you got?”
“Watch.” With that, Wind lifts the baton and moves it up, right, and left in a pattern, and Hyrule hears a different chime with each movement, each one louder than the last. With a wink, Wind points the baton at Hyrule, and a blast of air assaults him as the wind suddenly changes direction.
“Woah,” Hyrule gasps hair now sticking up in every direction physically possible. “You can control the wind?”
“That’s my title, doofus,” Wind playfully jeers.
Hyrule coughs into his fist. “Right. Uh... how did you do it?”
Wind goes through the motions again, and Hyrule copies him carefully, letting his magic tingle in his fingertips as he moves his hands up, right, left, up, right, left...
At first, Hyrule thinks nothing will come of this, but after about ten minutes, Hyrule suddenly finds the air malleable to his touch, the wind curling around his fingertips and swirling around his body like a caress.
“Woah...” Wind breathes, watching him with wide green eyes.
“Yeah,” Hyrule replies, a wide grin slowly spreading across his face. “This is amazing...”
Just as the words leave his lips, the wind suddenly blasts him in the face once more. Hyrule coughs, stumbling back with his hair now a million times worse and his clothes windswept.
Wind starts howling with laughter at the sight, arms wrapping around his stomach as he curls in on himself. Hyrule gives him a wobbly smile.
“See?” He says. “It’ll just blow up in your face. I guess I need more practice...”