Trophy
...is this a continuation? Yeah, sure, why not?
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Wind is well aware that he's the youngest. He'd be the smallest, too, if Four wasn't so darn tiny. He's not the weakest, though, and he knows what it's like to protect those he loves.
He has bruised kidneys and can feel both a black eye and a purple jaw incoming, but he stands straight and steady. The magic thing happening on the other side of the grid of bars is making both Four and Hyrule sick, so it's up to Wind to keep his eyes open and fists ready. He'd all but forced them to take him, too, and he doesn't regret it.
The people out there don't even glance at Wind. He hasn't seen them so much of anything, really, but he heard them talk, and he knows they want to hurt Hyrule and Four. They sound excited. They want magic, the kind that floats around in solid glass orbs over on one of the shelves like awful trophies. Wind knows that he can't let that happen, and he's prepared to fight.
He may be the youngest, but he's going to protect those two with everything he's got. And 'everything he's got,' well, that's kind of a lot, if he does say so himself.