#zeldafanfic

[hanayori89]

An Unremarkable Hero

A/N: Just a little Hero of Time love in honor of all the glorious OOT remake rumors that I need to see to believe.

He wasn't anything special.

You sat perched in the corner of your shop, your foot rhythmically tapping the pedal of your sewing machine. Your eyeballs were laden with the weight of flailing them skyward so often. 

"In the name of the goddesses, I'll tell you what, in Ganondorf's Hyrule, men like him don't exist. Those dreamy blue eyes and brawny muscles—Mamamu Yan continued to prattle on as you focused on fixing her dress. The same dress she brought in nearly every week because she refused to listen to your suggestion and allow you to alter it a size up. And so, every Thursday, like clockwork, she would bust through the door, her hips so wide they couldn't enter the door frame without swiping against the wood; she would stomp toward you and thrust her dress at you with a fresh new slit in the fabric right where it was meant to hold her thunderous buttocks together.

But it was a little different these days; thanks to a certain hunk of a "hero" trekking around Hyrule valiantly righting the wrongs of Ganondorf's tyranny. She clasped her arms together, and you watched as her cellulite rippled outward like the crimps of water at the edge of a lake. 

Instead of coming in to ramble about her weird fetish with the fairy boy in green alone, she brought with her two friends who were equally as obnoxious and enamored. One of them joined in, "I heard he cleared out all the monsters in the forest up north."

Then the other friend also decided to voice her veneration. "Well, I heard that he single-handedly defeated that dragon at the top of Death Mountain!"

Mamamu Yan stuck her cylindrical bosoms outward. You watched as they flopped around with each movement, like the ears of her dog Richard chasing a cuckoo. In a huff, she supplemented, "Oh yeah? Well, have you been to Castle Town lately? Of course, who would go? But rumor has it those awful zombie creatures have been cleared out! By none other than him—"

All three women sighed, "Link!"

"Oh, for the love of Hylia—" you grumbled, no longer able to concentrate.

"Everything you lot have credited him for can easily be explained by nature. Those monsters in the northern forest? Vines thrive where moisture is abundant. And where else would moisture be more abundant than a forest that is so dense it gets no light and is covered in billabongs? It is a prime draw for Deku baba habitation. And that dragon? How do we know the Goron didn't destroy it? After all, they inherit the tip of the mountain; it is their home. And everyone knows redeads abhor light. What if he just walked into Castle Town with a lantern? Or anyone else for that matter?" 

You hold Mamamu Yan's dress up as if it were a flag, admiring your handiwork. You pass her the dress but not without continuing your invective. "I'm sick of acting as if he were some hero descended from the goddesses. At the very least he is a naive fool engaging in such dangers, and at the very most a good Samaritan trying to make a difference. And how do we know he isn't doing it for clout?"

But your argument had fallen on deaf ears. All three women shrugging you off with nothing more than incredulous snorts and chuckles. "Jealous, Y/N? That just means less competition for us. If you're attracted to the filthy, sweaty, and woolly carpenters running around, just say that. Because they're the only fish left in the sea; stinky, hairy-chested carpenters and—"

The door swung open to reveal Grog. He entered, an apparent flare of gout causing him to crab walk up to you. "Y/N, did you fix my pants yet?"

He didn't bother saying hello nor asking how you were. Because that's not what Grog did. Because he didn't care. So why pretend? He remained a drain on Hylian society, never lifting his finger to do a day of work and always gracing the village with the stench of stale bread you forgot in the back of your pantry. And his attitude? It was just as moldy. Everyone in life had a passion, and Grog's was to hate everyone. With equal fervor. Whether you were a seamstress stitching his pants or a medic trying to save his life.

"Grog, I told you by the end of the day."

"Well, Y/N, we don't know the end of the day anymore since it's always dark outside. Maybe clarify next time instead of wasting your customers' time."

You stomped your foot. "The sign on the door says the shop closes at 4 p.m. It's only 2 p.m. There are still clocks in Ganondorf's Hyrule." 

He doesn't bother to respond, shuffling toward the door with a mutter beneath his breath as he slams it shut, causing the frame to rattle.

All three women eye you. " Ok, hairy carpenters and miserable grog, I get it. There are still other men. What about, uh, the knave on top of granny's shop next door? You know the one that sits on the roof?

"That's her grandson. Everyone knows he's a freeloader. And even if he wasn't—" She gives you a wicked smirk, lowering her voice. "We don't have anything he would like. He got caught in Anju's pen kissing the new farmer boy—"

"Whaaaa-?" Mamamu Yan and the other women cup their mouths beneath thick fingers as they begin to play the same game over again. Only this time it was to see who knew the better Kakariko gossip.

The softness of someone clearing their throat to garner attention caused everyone to pause. All eyes were on the man who had just entered the shop.

"Good afternoon. Forgive me for interrupting; I was hoping someone could repair these." You couldn't see what "these" were because a shrill and frantic mewling erupted around you as a blur of busy fabrics bustled past you toward the door.

"LINK!"

You were flung against your counter as if you were a discarded brassiere being tossed onto the floor after a long day. The women crowded around Link, and judging by the expression on his face, this was a type of enemy he didn't know how to face. The one woman squealed, grabbing his shoulders. "Link, thank you so much. We heard you took out the monsters in South Hyrule Field—"

"Uh-"

"And the zombies. Don't forget the zombies!" Mamamu Yan bent down, smushing his head between her breasts. If this guy was indeed a hero that was going to save Hyrule, he was about to be suffocated by two logs of fat.

"Mmph-"

"Tell us, do you think you could fix the issues in Kakariko? It rains far too much these days, and my dresses are quite flimsy for this environmental change." The other woman bats her lashes as she pulls down the strap of her dress like a common harlot. 

With a firm hand pounding your counter, you admonish, "That's it! Everyone out!" You come to Link's aid, bulldozing the women away from him and toward the shop door. "Wait but—" You gave them a final shove and locked the door. Their pudgy faces remain smudged against the glass window with bated interest. 

Remembering you were at work, you rubbed your temples, taking a deep breath and plastering a professional, tight smile onto your face.

"I am so sorry about that. What can I help you with?"

He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. "Thank you, um, right. My gauntlets, they're worn pretty thin."

He pulls them off and hands them to you, his steely eyes looking at you as if you were an ice-cold glass of Lon Lon milk. You pretend not to notice. No need to make pretty boy's head any bigger than it probably was.

"Hmmm, yes, these have seen better days, but I suppose so has Hyrule." You remain courteous. "I can get them done by the end of the day; I have a client ahead of you."

"That's great. Thanks." You take his gauntlets from his hand, and his fingers brush your own, and you can't help but feel it was intentional. The ghost of a caress forces you to look up. Ok, so maybe he was sort of cute. Not in a hero of legend way, but like one of Princess Zelda's lower-ranking knights kind of way.

He did still have those overtly pointy ears, though they didn't stick out as much as his eyes, which were bluer than Lake Hylia's waters and pleading for connection. Or the refreshing self-consciousness that was rare for such a strong warrior to possess.

You notice his hand is still outstretched, and you clear your throat. "Oh, right." He reaches into his pocket to grab a satchel and fishes out some rupees.

"No. It's on the house. You're the one going around doing all the good deeds, right? Consider this a good deed that I can do," you say, waving his money away.

"Well, if you're certain." 

"You can return around 4, Sir Link."

"Just Link. I'm no sir; I'm hardly a man." He whispers the last part beneath his breath, and you feel as if he wants you to inquire more.

But he proves you wrong instead, turning and leaving, but not without a weird, lingering glance. You stand there looking at the gauntlets in your hands, feeling the spots threadbare from calluses that have fought many battles.

The remainder of your shift you found yourself thinking about a man that oddly reminded you a little too much of a little boy.

Edited: 4/12/26

[hanayori89]

A Challenging Side Quest

"Well, it looks like defeating Bongo Bongo did the trick." Across from the worn bridge that led to the limestone stairs of Kakariko; stood a satisfied Link, who couldn't help but smirk in spite of himself. Thanks to his valor in the fire temple, Death Mountain had been graced with small splotches of clouds dotting the apex like peach fuzz. And now, with the shadow temple being vanquished, the mountain's scalp possessed a new mane of clouds cascading behind it.

Casting away the pall of the shadow temple's final boss, Bongo Bongo, had also appeared to cast out the blight of shadow that had oppressed Kakariko for far too long.

The slightest sliver of sun dappled at his feet in gratitude. He wiped a bead of sweat from beneath his dry, blonde bangs.

"What do you think, Navi? Pretty good, eh? I think I knocked that dungeon out faster than I beat Dampe in the grave race for the hookshot." A scalding orb of light flew before him.

"Don't get cocky. We both know why you completed the Shadow Temple so quickly, for one reason and one reason only."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Link knew he harbored many talents as a hero, and acting was not one of them. His cheeks were pecked with tinges of crimson deeper than his fire tunic.

"Here you stand every bit of a man, and yet your hormones remain of the boy you were 7 years ago."

"Wha-? Come on, Navi, it's not like I didn't have to conquer the Shadow Temple anyway."

She ricocheted up and down on his shoulder, a retaliatory motion. "Yes—for Zelda and Hyrule, not for the seamstress you can't stop gawking at."

Link gritted his teeth. Navi knew him well enough by this point, and so lying served no purpose. Perhaps he hadn't done a good job covering up the way his eyes would sop up the gorgeous seamstress deep in thought as she loomed over her sewing machine. Her garbled reflection through the window beckoned him to come in for a closer peek.

Ok, so maybe Navi wasn't wrong about his hormones. It's not like the sages gave him a manual on puberty. He remembered the first time he pulled the Master Sword from its pedestal and awoke before Rauru. The sight of his large hands confused him, feasibly less than the graveled timbre of his voice that rung out to question the great sage of light.

Then there was the time he had to pee when he first saw his-

"Link!" Navi slammed into his nose, causing his head to fly backward.

He lurched forward, cupping the small bump on his snoot. "You've got it wrong, Navi. I mean, goddesses, look around Hyrule; plenty of maidens have evolved with the passage of time. Look at Malon. Or Ruto. Or any single one of the Gerudo vai. And not one of them will sway me from my purpose."

"But you don't look at them like you look at the seamstress. You also don't act as awkward."

"Awkward? You think I act awkward? Do you think she thinks that I act awkward?"

With an irritated huff, she disappeared behind him. "Come on. Let's get your gauntlets and head to the Gerudo desert."

"But does she think I am awkward?" He mumbled as he led Epona to the base of Kakariko's stairwell. He decided to keep her stationed there with enough carrots for her to graze to her heart's content.

As Link entered Kakariko, his eyes darted back and forth warily, seeking out the women from the shop who had heckled him earlier. When he deemed the coast clear, he progressed forward, passing the single, sparse dwarf tree that one of the crotchety residents always sat plopped beneath. The man looked up at him as he passed, his vacant, dark eyes assessing him with judgment, straw slipping from the corner of his thin, crusty lips.

"What are you looking at?" He spat, allowing the straw to fall into the grass before picking it up and placing it back in between his lips like an infant in need of a nipple.

"Apologies." Link whispered, more to himself than the man as he took note of his hollowed ribcage that favored that of a redead's.

As he approached the seamstress's shop, he witnessed a small group huddled outside.

"What do you mean Fado wandered into the lost woods?" She griped, worry clouding her e/c eyes. Her dainty hand is cuffed around the polished handle of a bow she held.

Link paused. "Navi? Something is happening. Look." At his command, she returned to his shoulder, perched like a parakeet.

"I think she needs a hero. And I know just the man."

"Oh, great Deku Tree." Navi renounces in defeat.

With a confident lift of his shoulders, Link steps forward. "Excuse me, miss, is there something I can help with?"

Your father's eyes jolt open in recognition at the image of the hero swathed in green. "Oh, Y/N, the hero! He can go bring Fado back safely!"

Y/N. So that's her name. A name as pretty as the sheen of her lips. His eyes flutter downward, admiring the way your heavy lower lip hangs slightly abridged.

From behind him, snug in the back of his tunic, Navi swivels against him. "Ah, I mean, how can I help?"

"My son Fado, he is obsessed with the folklore of the lost woods. He has been missing for a few hours, and we believe he may have wandered there to play." Link can see the way the fine lines around the old man's eyes make them droop with exhaustion.

"I know those woods like the back of my hand. I'd be happy to get your son back. Consider it payment for my gauntlets." Of course, Link actually didn't know the back of his hand very well, considering he had the Triforce of Courage chiseled among his flesh and never noticed it before.

But there was no need to admit that out loud.

"No, thank you. I am quite capable of saving my brother on my own. Now, let me go inside and grab your—" Link's hand seizes your own, halting you in place.

"I can't in good conscience let you traverse those woods alone. Another man may allow you, but I am not that man."

You look down at the firm grip of his hand on your own, then upward to his blue eyes and the way they plead to protect.

"You know the woods and the forest are separate, yes?"

Link stifles a knowing sneer. "Of course, I know they're separate; my friend and I grew up within those woods. She is the sage of the—"

Navi erupts from behind him, slamming into his forehead. "FARORE, NAVI, WOULD YOU CUT IT OUT!"

"I wish more muscle went into your brain instead of your arms and legs."

He rubs the small red bump on his forehead that is now the perfect twin to the one on his nose. You blink at the fairy hovering around him before you bust out in a fit of laughter. Link realizes he should feel ashamed, except who could feel embarrassment when the sound of your laughter was like a song that he wished his own fingers could thumb on his ocarina?

A song that he wanted to hear again and again.

Once you simmer down, you look at the miniscule ball of light hovering around him. "A fairy... so you're from the forest? That explains your ears."

"My ears? What's wrong with my ears?"

You innocently bit your lower lip. "They're pointy."

"But... so are yours!" He shot back.

"Yes, but yours are really pointy." Your hand levitated beside one of his ears like his fairy, tempted to pull on it. "They remind me of carrots."

"Hey—do you want my help or not?"

From somewhere behind Link, Navi chuckled. In a whisper of praise that only he could hear, she encouraged him. "I like her. I think she is a side quest worth partaking in."

You finally submitted to lightly giving his ear a tug as you laughed yet again. A pleasant shudder crawling down his spine in respondance to your touch.

Something told Link that going on this side quest without kissing you was going to be the most challenging he's had to face yet.

Edited: 5/23/26

[hanayori89]

🪶 🪶 🪶 Lesson 26: Past Tense Promise🪶🪶🪶

Link's nailbeds were nibbled shorter than his nerves.

Behind him, the ticking of the gate of time played like a metronome to which his pulse followed. He picked up a fistful of sand, watching each granule trickle between his fingers before he threw it back out into the gritty, searing sea from which it came.

Where was she?

Had he been too late?

He couldn't risk going back through the gate now. If he did indeed save her, returning through the gate could potentially undo all his efforts.

His chin lifted skyward, his eyes closed as he felt the soft, arid breeze rolling through his bangs like a comforting caress.  "Y/N, please. Come to me. Wherever you are."

He stood like that for what felt like a century.

Praying.

Pleading.

Behind the sheath of his eyelids, Link could see phosphenes and silhouettes waltzing closer and closer, forcing his eyes to shoot open. Among the sand, where his shadow stood idle, came an ashy contour that muffled out the angles of his own shape.

There was no time; Link spun on his heel, his mind reeling with all the projectile threats that Lanayru held.

And each one would be equally challenging without Fi by his side. At the very least, if it were a thunder keese, he could shoot it with an arrow. A sentrobe would be a tad more tedious.

He pulled his shield before him, bracing for the impact of whatever was flying toward him. A loud clang from his shield echoed through the piercing silence of the desert air as Link found himself flying backward from the collision.

For a moment he remained in the sand on his back, disoriented. What in Skyloft were the keese eating these days that they could so easily knock him off his feet?

Until he heard the soft sound of a grunt across from him.

"Nngh..." You propped yourself up on an elbow, bewildered. Your arms and dress were coated in a scalding powder that made you wonder if you had been transported within another extension of Eldin. As you brushed some of it off, you studied your fingertips, feeling the grainy residue that still soiled them.

"Y....N......" Your name squeezed inaudibly from his throat. Link's hands couldn't help but rub his eyes in disbelief, as if he were seeing Fi for the very first time.

But removing his hands did not erase the image of you amongst the gleaming sand, oblivious to his presence as you surveyed the streaks of it lacing your flesh. "Y/N... Y/N!"

He wasted no time, skidding through the sand, a cloud of dust embracing you before he could. His arms scooped you into a hug tighter than the bodice of your dress. His hot breath came out in soft huffs, stroking the hammering pulse in the side of your neck.

Where were you?

And why was Link here?

Was this death? Could you not even escape him and his opulent blue eyes even in the afterlife?

And what happened to Zelda?

Would Ghirahim find her?

Ghirahim.

Big, scary, angry, and way too offended over his ripped outfit, Ghirahim.

You thrashed against Link, grappling the fabric of his collar in the process. "Link, where am I? "Have I—are we—oh Hylia, did you fail? Did you not save Zelda?"

You hear a slight inhale against your throat; you realize he is ingesting your scent as if your aroma were fresh-baked bread in a small kitchen.

Hearing the distress in your voice prompts him to lift his head, his eyes fluttering open. "Y/N, it's ok. Zelda is safe. And now you are too. We are in the past. Nothing has come into fruition yet."

His hands jut upward to cup your face, thumbs dancing along the curves of your cheekbones.

"Don't ever do that again. Do you hear me? I'd rather fight and die than live in a sky you don't exist in."

The voice that spoke to you was Link's. But the eyes staring at you were foreign, much like the environment around you. In lieu of the domicile of his familiar, blusterous blue eyes smoldered something that frightened you.

His pupils held no remorse for the way you witnessed them expand, lasered in on your parted lips.

No, this Link that was looking at you, this Link...

wasn't your childhood friend. This was the hero of history lessons past that you pined after.

Link and he weren't descendants. They never were.

They were the same soul.

"You...you're really him, aren't you?"

"Who?"

"The descendant of the great hero... no... you were never the descendant. You and he are the same. Aren't you?"

Link's hands fall from your face, dropping to his sides. "And if I am?"

His response was a challenge. "If I am, is that another excuse you'll use to drive a wedge between us?"

"L-Link, don't look at me like that." A memory of a candid confession forged in the flames of the fire sanctuary has been resurrected between you.

Every step he takes forward is a step you take backward. His head cocks to the side as his lips ooze into a deviant smile. "Like what, Y/N? How am I looking at you?"

He taps his chin, the maneuver a clear tactic of subterfuge.

"Oh, and one other thing... you have to stop looking at me like that... with those eyes that care too much. Because if the goddess grants us a next time and you give me those eyes, I'll kiss you."

You can hear the way he emphasizes the word "kiss." The way the blues of his irises have darkened as he recites your antemortem vow.

"P-people say a lot of things when they think they are going to die—" Your defense was like walking into a battle armed with a feather instead of a sword.

"Not so fast." He grabs your wrist, pulling you toward him with inhuman strength.

"Tell me Y/N, were these the eyes? The ones that burn with vengeance to destroy anything and everything that hurts you?"

"So, what if I am the hero that was in your textbook that you slept with under your pillow? What if we are the same? You would have kissed him..." His eyes return to your lips again with absolutely no penitence for the carnal glint in them.

"But perhaps you can settle for kissing the Link that is your friend. You know, the Link that would lay down his life to keep you safe. The Link that has coveted every punch and strike of bamboo when training with you. The Link that followed you every single night when you snuck away, watching. Wishing. That you knew I was there. That you would stop pushing me away. That you would stop pretending you don't see the way I look at you."

His lips are impossibly close. Somewhere in the back of your mind is a small voice reminding you to breathe.

"That I could just kiss you raw beneath the stars."

"L-link-"

Goddess, how you wished he would just stop talking and devour you.

The hammering of your heart was now louder than the clacking of the cogs coming from the portal behind you.

"So, tell me, Y/N, which look do you need to see? Because I can promise you every single look, stare, and gaze when it comes to you is my heart silently begging you..."

"begging me to what..."

"To kiss me, Y/N."

Now normally, in the present, you would have your eyes closed and your lips puckered.

But you weren't in the present. You were in the past, where your promise didn't exist.

And you know, almost dying does things to you. Link may have saved your life, but he was sorely mistaken if he thought he was off the hook for making you look like a fool one too many times.

You close your eyes willing your heart to slow down with every breathe. In a throaty whisper that surprises even yourself, you murmur, "You said we are in the past?"

His head bobs up and down, a Herculean effort considering his lust-swollen, half-lidded gaze.

Your hands rest on his chest, and you can feel the artillery of his heart beneath his chainmail.

"Y/N," he growls, lunging forward to capture your lips. You splay your hands on his chest, shoving him back with the same force you had crashed into his shield with. Link blinks, flummoxed by the inertia that has propelled him backward as he hops up on his haunches.

You offer him a winsome grin. "You think kissing me is going to be that easy? After you had described me as, I believe the wording was "reckless" and "snippy. "I don't care if you're the same hero I had a schoolgirl crush on or not—you're going to have to work a little harder if you want to taste these lips."

You turn and face the gate, looking at him over your shoulder. "Oh, and by the way, Ghirahim may or may not have evolved into another form."

"What!" Link hissed. "Y/N!"

This time, the only thing you could hear follow you through the gate of time was the sound of a frustrated Link calling after you and the clandestine promise of a kiss waiting for you in the present.

Edited:5/25/26

[hanayori89]

🪶🪶🪶 Lesson 25: Whispers in the Dark 🪶🪶🪶

He wasn't holding it right.

The man before you, about to disembowel you with his blade, was not even holding it correctly.

Actually, scratch that, not the man, the demon prince. The corporeal of all evil of whom was so powerful he could snap his fingers and make a doppelgänger of Hylia herself, could not even hold his sword correctly.

Ghirahim's thumb eclipsed his index finger around the hilt of his rapier, a blade as agile as its wielder. You laid sprawled upon a cold slab of marble with your wrists bound above your head, his sword remained hovering above your center as if he were a magician that would saw you in half for a magic performance.

Except he would not be putting you back together.

It was an embarrassing way to go as a knight.

"Haven't you ever heard of 1 over 2? Your thumb shouldn't be directly over your index finger; that's incorrect swordsmanship. How did you manage to give Link such a hard time when you can't even wield your sword correctly?"

You could see the satin of his glove stretch thinner, his boney knuckles threatening to puncture through as he adjusted his grip. He peered down at you with an eerie calm. "What did you just say?"

The blistering rage masked by the shaky low snarl of his voice was enough to prompt you to continue.

"Of course, how embarrassing to be killed by a man who can't hold his blade right, but then again, what did I expect from a man who can't even draw his eyeliner in a straight line? And don't even get me started on that outfit."

His hand quivered on the hilt of his blade with restraint. "...What's wrong with my outfit?" 

Ghirahim may get the final cut, but you wouldn't go down without getting yours, even if it was simply through mockery. You looked him dead in the eye, your response cushioned with confidence. "It does nothing for your figure."

He stumbled backward, gripping his chest as if he were having a heart attack. "I should slit you from cheek to cheek, but... the less blood the better: I can't bear to stain this outfit."

The whole thing was utterly ridiculous. You were really about to be killed by a passive-aggressive demon in a white latex one-piece who was going to sacrifice you to his lord, who resembled a bowel movement after you ate too much fiber.

You began to laugh.

The sound of it cleansing the surrounding crypt of its promise of death.

Ghirahim's hand began to shake violently. The harder you laughed, the more rage began to break off and travel through his veins like a clot.

"Stop that..." His warning was a pathetic whisper which only made your laughter come out in heavier heaves.

"I said... STOP THAT LAUGHING!"  You knew you had hit him where it hurt, for his neatly straightened bob was crimped from the prince's hands tugging it. A clump of matted tresses coated in blood fell to the ground.

You shouldn't have been surprised at what you were witnessing in that moment. Ghirahim's shape-shifting into another form wasn't exactly mind-blowing after what he had demonstrated prior. 

The violet tint of his ostentatious flesh began to necrotize into the color of smog, like you had seen in the Fire Sanctuary. His pupils rolled back into his head, leaving only the empty, wide fields of his sclera visible. What happened next shocked you the most, as he let out a harrowing shriek that shook the very foundation of the tomb, his leotard shredding.

His lithe physique now swelled with the promise of even more formidable strength as lean muscle erupted over his body. Then Finally, his infamous long bob swept upward into what you considered more flattering spikes, his bangs shorter and waved to frame the sharp edges of his cheekbones. 

One look at him and you knew this was it. You murmured a soft prayer as your eyes shut in resignation. Although you couldn't say it was Hylia you were praying to. 

"Link... thank you. I learned much during my time here. But I thought for sure there was more for me to learn. Link... you were my greatest lesson... my greatest—" The tears you were so sure would pool in your eyes never made an appearance.

Why cry? You chose this fate, and this was the consequence of that choice. And you may have never had the chance to be dubbed a knight, but you relished in the opportunity to die as one. 

Sava. Karane. You hoped Link would tell them goodbye. Even stupid old Groose. And now without you in the way, Link could move forward happily toward his future as a hero and Zelda's paramour. Was it so selfish that you hoped, no matter how small that piece of his heart may be, time didn't erase you from it?

That's all you asked for. Not his whole heart. A piece of it.

Ghirahim leered over you, his blade returning to your center as it had before. The normal menacing silky quality of his voice was replaced with a gravelly abrasion that raised goosebumps on your flesh. "Well, this is goodbye, Y/N. I should thank you; I hope this new outfit is to your liking. This has been a lovely detour. Anything to hurt the hero just makes my heart ripple with pleasure."

Your eyes scrunched shut. You didn't want the last thing you'd ever see with them to be your own blood flying everywhere. "Just get on with it." 

Time leaked by, small driblets of minutes that extended into what felt like an hour. The minutes felt like days in a way that was reminiscent of your childhood. When pain never came, you wondered if Hylia had been so kind as to remove your soul prior to the trauma of your demise. 

But you knew your relationship with Hylia was not one built on kindness.

You peeked through your lashes, instead of a grizzly scene of carnage you were greeted by  Ghirahim with his mouth agape.

"HERO!!!!!" He screeched, causing the stone to rumble and crash around you. Your eyes shot open in alarm, half expecting to see Link. What you saw instead was perhaps more traumatic than seeing Ghirahim slice you open. Your flesh glimmered translucently, and you could see the layers of muscle, tendon, bone, and veins. The blueprint of what made you Y/N.

You began to writhe. "What's happening to me?!" 

"HERO! HOW DARE YOU! YOU THINK GOING THROUGH THE GATE OF TIME WILL STOP ME! YOU FOOL! THE CURSE OF ETERNAL MISERY WILL NEVER BE STOPPED!"

Ghirahim brought his blade down, causing you to let out a bloodcurdling scream, but to your surprise there was no subsequent pain. 

Instead, there were secrets. Secrets in the form of whispers through cogs clicking together as they sped up, swallowing you.

And you began to descend.

From all around, an abyss of inky darkness hummed, the polar opposite from the radiant songs of the skies you were born of.

As you continued to plummet, you wondered why things of darkness always swallowed you.

First, there was the Imprisoned and the twister that hit Skyloft.

Then there was whatever this was.

But the most memorable was the blue of Link's eyes the first time you realized you had fallen in love with him.

And of them all, the latter was the most terrifying. 

Edited: 5/2/2026

[hanayori89]

🪶🪶🪶 Lesson 24: With Interest 🪶🪶🪶

Link never thought the day would come where the ominous ebony miasma beneath him would be a warm welcome rather than a cold caution.

As long as the imprisoned remained entombed, Y/N was somewhere out there, exhumed.

But what Link could see with his eyes didn't hold a lot of merit. After all, he had thought Y/N hated him, and here she—

There was no time to dilly-dally, yet Link couldn't seem to rein in his fantasies, like soft breezes trickling into the window of his mind.

After all, it was the genotype of a sky child to possess a mind as open and wondrous as the sky they inhabit. But an open mind meant a poor defense against invading thoughts.

And Y/N had been an invading thought for him since he first met her. When she had decked him for petting her Loft wing without permission. He rubbed the phantom spot on his cheek where small fist had met flesh.

He looked down at Zelda encrusted to his chest, her head bouncing with every wave of turbulence. How had Ghirahim snatched her? Had the demon prince become more brazen this time around? Had he actually set foot on Skyloft?

And if he just waltzed into Skyloft and so righteously helped himself to kidnapping Zelda... What did that mean for everyone currently on Skyloft?

He couldn't be everywhere at once. Ghirahim... He was making Link's already nearly impossible duty as the hero incarnate insurmountable. A bubble burst in his chest, one that an average human would attribute to indigestion. But Link was familiar with this bubble, this geyser of acid shooting upward. It was rage. He had felt it once before when Ghirahim took Zelda the first time.

But this time it was different. Because it didn't just implicate Zelda. No, it now implicated what Link had deemed his.

In the distance, he could make out Groose's bulky physique and the frail, contorted image of Impa both looking downward at the Imprisoned's seal.

He swooped down before them, jumping off his Loft wing without allowing his feathered companion's talons to fully land on the ground.

"L-Link?" Groose's amber irises swelled larger than his inflated biceps. "Zelda?! You saved her!" He began to clap, slowly halting his hands to a stop as realization washed over him. "Oh, but if you have Zelda, that means that Y/N..."

"There's no time for me to explain. You will protect her with your life. Of that much I am certain." Link held his arms outward, offering Zelda to him.

"Wait, you want me to watch..."

"THE GODDESS?!" Impa bellowed, her bony knuckles clenched on Groose's wrist, her overgrown fingernails pinpricking his leathery flesh.

"Impa..." He inhaled. He knew this wouldn't bode well, having rehearsed mentally the whole flight to the sealed grounds. But Link, having been a people pleaser his whole existence, lacked the courage to say the word "no." For the first time in his life, he was swinging the sword of dissent. Whether that be to Impa or Hylia herself.

Y/N's life hung in the balance.

"Owowowowowowow" Groose pulled his hand back, shaking it free from Impa's death grip.

"Hero... this choice you are making it is..."

"Absurd? Brainless?" Groose rubbed his chin as he struggled to name suitable adjectives. "Idiotic?"

"LUNACY!" Impa screeched, forcing phlegm to erupt and splatter on Link's face.

"Hey old hag, careful now; the only person you are hurting right now is yourself." She shot Groose a glare, causing him to shrivel backward.

"Hero... your friend, the choice she made was one she knew the repercussions of. She did this for you. For the goddess. Your choice to risk the goddess's safety will make her sacrifice in vain. It is a decision of self-centeredness. ..."

"Um, grandma, see, you're failing to see that Link and Y/N aren't just friends and that is the whole issue. They just have a weird kink on denials and rivalry."

Groose's expression shifts to a rare show of worry. "Ghirahim... he really got her. Damn." He splays his hand over his heart. "Y/N... really embodies the spirit of a knight even to her last breath. I know we gave her a lot of grief... but perhaps deep down we were all jealous of Y/N. Not just her abilities as a knight in training but also her ability to admit when she was wrong and the courage to make it right."

Link felt his temple twitch, a pulsating that radiated down to his jaw. "I can't give up on her. I won't give up on her."

Sensing the finality in his declaration, Groose outstretched his arms as Link placed Zelda in them. He glanced down at her and back up at Link. "I will give my life. You have my word. But what do I say when she awakens? She'll be looking for you?"

Link remained silent. What was there to say? He couldn't very well say, "Tell her to seal herself away as she did before so I can save Y/N." The only sincere sentiment he could offer came out in a croak. "Tell her I said I'm sorry."

Impa hobbled over. "There is nothing I can say to change your mind. I suppose the heart is stronger than the mind, isn't it? Well, hero, for your sake and the sake of us all, may the goddess aid you on your quest."

It wasn't hard to miss the static of disappointment in the form of extra crinkles around her eyes that made her face droop with disdain.

"As for what to say...the goddess will seal herself away. She knows what her duty is. Her purpose. She will remain in slumber in the great past, awaiting her knight."

Fi springs free from his sword. "Master... we should proceed to Lanayru if we want to save Y/N." Link peers over his shoulder with a solemn nod, his divine accomplice accepting his decision with disguised defeat.

As Link turns to head back toward his Loft wing, a firm, sweaty palm claws into the fabric of his shoulder.

"Hey..." Groose stammers. "Y/N told me everything before she sought you in Eldin. But there was something that stood out to me, and I thought you should know. The person she cares for the most, the person she wanted to impress the most even more than herself... it's you, doofus. So go get her."

For a moment Link stands there, his heart currently the sorest muscle beneath his armor. With a quick blink of his tear-swollen eyes, he runs off.

Groose and Impa stand there with Zelda secure between them, watching as Link once again returns to traverse the skies.

But what they couldn't witness was the plump teardrops sliding down the hero's face and evaporating into thin air the same way Y/N had.

                                        🪽

The scorched sands of Lanayru come into view as the setting sun stains the primordial columns of the Temple of Time with infrared rays of honey and dusk. With the Gate of Time in the Sealed Temple still being active from the first time it was used, Link's only objective lies within the Temple of Time.

"Fi," Link called from over his shoulder. She remained inside of his sword, but he didn't need her response to know she was listening. "Is there a way for me to shift backward in time with control?" His question spurred her forth. "Master, I do not understand your question."

"I don't want to go back all the way in time, just enough to apprehend Y/N from reaching the Fire Sanctuary." He quietly adds, "Will she remember what she said to me?"

"Master...By returning me to the pedestal, you will activate the gate and return back in time, but I cannot control the flow or where it lands."

"Oh, that's right, I have to return you to the pedestal. So I won't even have you with me."

Link arches forward slightly, directing his Loft wing to begin descent. "What a mess. You've really outdone yourself this time, Y/N."

The sun sets in the north, but on Link's face, it rises in the south in the form of a sultry smile that rivals the golden luster of Lanayru's seas of sand. "But that's alright... I will win. Even if I have to fight with a tree branch. I will win, and when I do... I intend to collect what was promised to me. With interest."

Edited: 2/22/26

[hanayori89]

Twilight Princess "Part of your Realm" Chapter Master Post

A/N: Hi all! Thank you for supporting my silly little fanfics that I love to write. I am currently expanding to Ao3! Most of my fics are still on Wattpad and I usually update new chapters and edits on here. Because I am super inconsistent (work and all that life jazz) I wanted to come back and make a master post of chapters. My TP fanfic is almost done editing with only a few chapters remaining and my SS fanfic is still undergoing chapters being published That being said, I am most likely going to start posting my BOTW one as well. Thanks again for reading and supporting my stories. So, without further ado, here is the chapter master list for "Part of Your Realm"

1.Crepuscular

2.Luminescence

3.Hidden in the Sunlight

4.Revealed in the Moonlight

5.The Nature of Hylians

6.The Nature of Twili

7. The Other Side of the Mirror

8.Cinnamon, Spice and a Hero not Nice

9.Let Love Be

10. A Toast to the Restless

11. Boyfriend

12. Trauma in the Light

13. Boundless

14. Love without Duty

15. A Game of Politics

16.A Breach in Contract

17. Seek and You Shall Find

18. We Meet Again

19. The Almost Kiss

20. To the Arbiter's Grounds

21. How a Hero Reacts

22. Voices of the Past

23. Veiled Emotions

24.Wounded

25. Untethered

26. To Be the First

27. Darkness Incoming

28. Darkness Arrives

29. Zelda: Princess of Hyrule and Traitor

30. Out of Feel or Out of Fear

31. Full Circle

32. He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

33. Worth Fighting For

34. The Place Where Time Stands Still

35. Friends of Ancient

36. In Tandem

37. Umbrage: The One who Weeps

38. Showdown of Shadows

39. The Truth about the Twilight

40. Encapsulate the Hate

41. What Lurks Within

42. Beneath the Tears of the Beast

43. Shattered

[hanayori89]

🪶🪶Lesson 22: A Confession that Sizzles 🪶🪶

Since his battle against Demise, Link had had plenty of nightmares.

Nightmares of the ultimate malificent's colossal body peppered with unnatural muscle and the dancing embers of hair that paled in comparison to the crimson glow of bloodlust in his eyes.

Then there were nocturnal threats of a crystallized Zelda, temporarily euthanized beneath a forcefield of magic and time, as he stood beyond the exterior, pounding on it as if he could crack it and set her free from her own destiny.

Unironically, his least favorite nightmarish visit came in the form of him confessing his feelings to you in Eagus's dojo, with your laughing, jeering face, leaving him dejected and humiliated.

But out of the plethora of nightmarish possibilities to present themselves, Ghirahim, prince of evil, locking the veiny seams of his lips on yours was not among them.

If not for the crumbling infrastructure threatening to squish them, Link would have forgotten to look away. Fi swooshed around him in a frenzy of alarm.

"Master!" The colors of her usually vivid violet and blue melted beneath the blistering tangerine hues engulfing them.

The sanctuary continued to rumble with the threat of combustion more furious than the hot boiling pits of lava that covered Eldin. A chasm splintered in the ground before them, separating Y/N and Ghirahim from him and Fi. From its crevice lava oozed like blood from a fresh cut and charred the tile of the sanctuary floor.

Then through some of the fractured slits in the ceiling came a horde of Keese, their wings feathered with flames as they flapped through the dense smog in the air. The descent of the Keese brought a fresh break into the cinder, and it wasn't long before the room rained with soot and ash, obscuring Link's vision.

"I can't leave her..." Link whispered helplessly.

Beneath the crumbling debris, you shoved Ghirahim away, your wrist flying against your lips in disgust. "Goddess, I can't believe the last image Link will have of me will be me wearing your smudged lipstick."

Ghirahim smashed his forehead against yours. "And it is not a complimentary shade. But then not much is complimentary on you besides the privilege of having me as your husband."

"You brute! If you're going to use me as some blood sacrifice in some sadistic ritual, you at least owe me my promise. Let me speak to Link." Your eyes turned into an endless wellspring of weeping, as your voice cracked with fear.

"Hmm, well, I am, if nothing else, a creature of my word." With a snap of his gloved finger, the swarming Keese overhead froze, and the storm of destroyed concrete suspended around you, kinetic energy humming like a stopwatch. You knew you didn't have long; you ran through the rubble toward the chasm, watching Link stand there, a daring debate sketched on his face as he contemplated jumping over it.

You both stood at the precipice, divided by a spitting sea of lava and crackling unspoken tension.

"Y/N... why? Why did you do this? How am I to save you and Zelda?"

"Simple, you don't. Save Zelda."

The taste of Ghirahim's slimy lips lingered on your own, and you felt tainted. More tainted than when you had to kiss Cawlin during that game of truth or dare.

You weren't sure if it was beads of sweat that had managed to get into Link's eyes or if it was a veil of tears. He reached his hand up, his fingertips aching to grasp you. To wipe your tears away despite his own. But in true Link fashion, he couldn't resist admonishing you. "No! Every time you try to make things better—"

"Yes, I know I make them worse. Link... listen, you were right. It wasn't about being better or making things better. I know it might not make sense... but perhaps somewhere in my mind I was protecting you. Protecting my heart." You met his fingertips with your own, the wide chasm nowhere near as wide as the one your actions had created between both of your hearts.

"Y/N... don't..."

"You won the tadpole game, right? So, I will fulfill my promise." Your fingertips seemed to waltz with his, both of you refusing to drop your hands. "Headmaster Gaepora allowed me to compete in the wing ceremony, under one condition and one condition only... if I vowed to stay away from you—"

Link's eyes widened. "What... that's why you were being so weird?"

"And you—you had warned me not to compete. You warned me because you knew all along, and I refused to listen. Because at the time I did believe it was about being better. I wouldn't allow myself to see within my own heart. And then there's Ghirahim—our first encounter was in the Skyview Temple; he brought me there from where he had kidnapped me... where I... where I was watching you. Listening. Eavesdropping. Because I needed to know whose smile you wished to see, I was hoping that maybe it was mine..."

"Why didn't you just tell me, Y/N? What about me made you feel that you couldn't come to me? Ever?"

Somewhere beneath the silent thrumming of the room was Ghirahim clearing his throat. "There isn't much time. But Link the why—it doesn't matter anymore. I created this mess, and I am fixing it the only way I know how. By being myself. So please, allow my choice to be the apology needed, a gift to you in the form of freedom from having to choose."

You pulled your hand away, Link's remaining outstretched. Reaching. Not wanting to let go. You may never see him again, and the realization made it harder to breathe than the current smokey furnace of a room you were trapped in. If it was now or never, there was one more thing you had to say. You gave him a final look, acutely aware of the tears resuming their pilgrimage down your cheeks. "Oh, and one other thing... you have to stop looking at me like that... with those eyes that care too much. Because if the goddess grants us a next time and you give me those eyes, I'll kiss you, Link."

Link froze, your words stroking the heat he felt within his body that had little to do with the fire sanctuary's cruel temperatures. He then fell to his knees, his white-knuckled fists pounding the tiled floor, causing some of them to crack beneath his force. She looked back at him, Ghirahim's hand on her shoulder, ready to seize her. The image of his lips on hers rather than his own created a conflgaration of wrath and resentment.

But in the midst of his anger, Link also was mostly angry with himself. He took a bloodied hand and grabbed his sword, taunting the demon prince.

"COWARD! FIGHT ME! OR ARE YOU AFRAID I'LL BEST YOU AS I HAD BEFORE?"

But the only response Link received was an echo of his laughter bouncing off the walls, teasing him.

"Master! Please! The goddess..."

"I won't leave Y/N!" Link declared

Fi edged her face into his, causing him to stumble backwards, her patience thin. "Do you wish for your friend's sacrifice to be in vain? Master, I calculate a 99% chance he will not harm Y/N. Not yet... there is time. So please let us find the goddess and escape."

Link's eyes traveled to the spot you stood in with Ghirahim before focusing on Fi again. Ghirahim snapped his fingers, and the floor began to sink into the pit the chasm had created. You hollered in Link's direction. "WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, LINK? GO!"

The Keese glided in his direction as Fi ordered, "NOW MASTER!" She hopped into his sword as he turned, a tear hitting the ground and sizzling as he ran from the room, stopping outside of the door to see you and Ghirahim vanish behind a curtain of flames.

Link readied his sword, spinning and cutting through the mob of inflamed Keese, hearing them squeal as their guts painted the wall.

He gripped his sword so tight, veins punctured through the back of his hand with determination.

Link was going to save Zelda.

Defeat Demise.

And then save you.

And when he emerged victorious, he would claim that kiss you promised.

Except it would be the first of many.

Edited: 9/10/25

[hanayori89]

🪶🪶Lesson 23: Eldin Bride 🪶🪶

Every woman dreams of the day she'll wear her wedding dress.

What you didn't know is you would be wearing yours to your funeral.

"Well, would you look at that? You do clean up nice." Ghirahim purred as he circled you; his nimble fingers gathered some of the tulle from your gown, assessing its quality with a critical eye. The silky strapless bodice was laced tight, squeezing you as if you were a tube of toothpaste. The bottom flounced outward with delicate traces of tulle and appliqué calla lilies.

The meaning behind the calla lilies were not lost on you; it was a reminder of your purity. Your stark selflessness. A reminder of the unbidden devotion to sacrifice yourself to the ultimate of all evils, all in the name of buying Link time, unable to protect him from bearing arms against Demise once more.

"You know, you are doing me a favor, so allow me a compliment as a token of my gratitude. But if the hero saw you now, I imagine he would put good use to the phrase "the remlit got his tongue." Ghirahim let out a raucous chortle in spite of himself before adding, "Of course, this is assuming I didn't cut his tongue out from his mouth first."

He flipped his long, silver bang away from his eye. "All this to say, you look quite ravishing for a mangy sky child."

You were still held within Eldin, but where was unbeknownst to you. The Fire Sanctuary had eventually caved in upon itself thanks to Ghirahim's magic. Ribbons of steam bubbled up from a small lava pit beside you. And one thing nobody told you about wedding dresses was how absurdly heavy they were. Your eyes fluttered closed as your vision began to dance with the streamers of smog, and your pulse began to beat within your temples as faintness took over.

"Hmm, what's this?" Ghirahim put his hand on your forehead. "Heat exhaustion? My, you sky children are a needy lot, aren't you?" He snapped his fingers, a flask materializing in his hand as he held it to your lips, ordering you to drink.

You whipped your head away from the cold mouth of the flask on your lips. If you passed out, it would be a kinder fate for you. Of course, the onerous demands of the demon prince would not allow you to reject him. He grabbed your chin, returning the flask to your lips once more, only this time teasing you with the coldest driblet of water.

Your pride could not compete against your human instincts. Your tongue darted out of your mouth as you licked the head of the flask as if you were a desiccated creature clinging to life.

"I am being too kind to you, allowing you to not die before your ritual. But you know, evil has its limits, and it would be of the utmost wickedness to deny you to see my master rip your insides out."

Ghirahim grabbed your hair and pulled your head back, pouring the remainder of the water down your throat, causing you to lurch forward and choke.

He continued, "It is not every day someone gets to be sacrificed like the goddess."

"Link... has her by now. You'll never get her," you sputtered out through tight coughs, the back of your hand wiping the remnants of the water on your chin.

He chucked the flask into the lava as you watched it sizzle and disintegrate. "You know, as my bride I grow weary of hearing the hero's praise. Tell me, what is it about him that's so great?" The way his pupils seemed to shrink into small seeds in his cornea was a look you came to know too well. The ruthless, mercurial part of him was coming out to play. His gloved hand snaked over your throat, tightening slightly.

"Why does everyone love this pathetic toddler of a warrior? Even the goddess? What is so special about him? TELL ME!"

Any relief felt from the small tablespoons of water you drank was now replaced with the gentle crushing of your windpipe. "What is it?! All because he is the heir of some great hero who dethroned my master!"

"It is not his blood... it is his heart." Ghirahim released you, causing your hands to jut to your throat, as you gulped a huge inhalation of air.

"His heart. Spare me. The human obsession with emotions is what makes you all pitiful." He padded over to the precipice; his eyes shaded with crimson from the fiery pits that covered Eldin's terrain.  "Vile pigs. Which is why you must all be exterminated. My master would never inflict these plaintive ideologies. Love. Honor. Equality. No, the world is a moblin-eat-moblin world, and only those with the strength to exert dominion can exist within its spine."

Ghirahim looked at you from over his shoulder, eyes narrowed. "And you are a mortal fool to think your precious goddess doesn't know this. Ever wonder why she gave all of the beauty and blessings to a single person and all of the strength and skill to another? The goddess and my master have more in common than you know."

"No! Link and I... we grew up together, and he always worked hard. Even if he struggled, he never gave up on his abilities, and that is what the goddess sees in him! What I saw in him! What I was jealous of!"

"Psht, jealousy is another baseless emotion." He walked toward you, cupping your chin upward, only now you were so used to his abuse you no longer flinched. "You can't be jealous of what doesn't exist. That is why you kill. Look at you. Your friends. Family. All living in harmony, where everyone has potential, when the fact of the matter is you are all just cockroaches that fill the void, while the goddess incarnate and her knight will always be favored."

"No! You're manipulating me again!" You yanked away as he leaned his head over your shoulder; his fetid breath tickled your nose. "And if I am manipulating you, then why are you clearly so agitated? Or is it that you sense truth in my words?"

"Look at what fate has given you by crossing my path. If not for me, you'd still be a nobody, not good enough to be a Skyloftian knight. I have made you coveted by a darkness older than time itself. A bride forged by the flames of hate and despair!"

His tongue laved some of the sweat streaming down your throat. You winced. "And you can thank the hero for all of it!"

His long fingers wrapped around your wrist, pulling you along as he began to descend the steep incline you both were perched on. "Now come. We can't be late to our own wedding, can we?"

But somewhere between clouds tarnished with spilled blood and the ashen phantoms of Link's failure, he stood among a pile of rubble holding Zelda close to his chest. He collapsed onto his knees, his fingers feeling the soft thrum of her pulse play like a tune on her harp.

"She's alive." He breathed with relief.

"What now, master? We know Ghirahim will only be coming after the goddess again."

Link's jaw clenched as he looked up at the raining ash. "Yes... after he sacrifices Y/N, he will resume his hunt."

"Oh, and one other thing... you have to stop looking at me like that... with those eyes that care too much. Because if the goddess grants us a next time and you give me those eyes, I'll kiss you, Link."

Y/N's words slammed into him like a burning asteroid. Tears hotter than lava scalded his eyes. "Dammit Y/N... how could you do this? You idiot. Don't you get it? This thing between us was always more than rivalry and friendship... it was love."

Fi hovered behind him, her tone surprisingly gentle. "Master..."

"If only there was a way to go back and stop her from doing this."

His head slowly lifted as he gave Fi a mischievous glance. One she lamented knowing from the determined glint of his blue eyes that represented a will that could not be cut by any blade. "Master, you aren't thinking..."

"Oh, I'm thinking, in fact, more clearly than I have in a while. The answer to this mess is in the past, in Lanayru."

Link whistled for his Loftwing, ignoring the protests of his divine companion. "Master—master, I don't think—"

"We take Zelda immediately to the sealed grounds. We make our way to Lanayru, where we go to the past to save Y/N. We must convince Zelda to seal herself temporarily; in the meantime, I will go to the future and destroy Demise. Then I will return to the past and bring them back to the present."

"Master—I have a 99% inkling that this is a very flawed plan—"

"What other plans do you have, Fi?" he challenged. "I know time travel is not foolproof, but I cannot sit and do nothing! I will fight Demise every month for every year of my life if it means saving Y/N!"

Sensing she would not be able to convince Link otherwise, Fi slips back into his sword. He hoists Zelda over his shoulder as he hops onto his Loftwing.

"See, Y/N... I told you I could make this right." Link whispered as they ascended, leaving Eldin and its hot, steaming tragedies behind.

But within Link's sword was Fi's restless spirit. She began to understand why her master was so enraptured with Y/N.

They truly were two halves of the same idiot.

Edited: 11/25/25