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“Something has gone wrong….”
This is what Fi, his big sister, whispers to Link, now Legend, when the new hero returns her sword to him.
There’s clear bewilderment and worry in her voice, all stemming from the young man whose expression doesn’t change even once as the others inform him of the quest that brought them together, which he will now have to join.
No… there is the tiniest change in his expression, though that’s not nearly as noticeable as his suddenly racing towards a nearby wooden platform and throwing himself off and into the bottomless blue sky around them!
“...is Skyloft… natural… Loftwing… catch….”
“Skyloft? That Skyloft?” Legend asks, feeling excitement stirring in his chest as Fi chimes her affirmation.
Skyloft, the land that dwelt in the clouds, home of the First Hero, whom Fi had told Legend stories about, on the nights during his adventures, when he couldn’t sleep and she had enough energy to do so.
But… that boy hadn’t acted at all like Fi had described him in the stories, Fi’s worried chime confirming and reiterating her earlier statement.
“Something has gone wrong…”
This prompts Legend to grab the kid after he comes back, his own Master Sword, the original, now strapped to his back, and drags him to a secluded area.
He knows his Fi is communicating with her other self, trading information like she had with all the others they’d met as they traveled through eras and gathered new heroes.
Worryingly, the new Link doesn’t ask any questions beyond the obvious inquiry of what Legend wanted, dragging him into a secluded area.
Apparently, all he’d needed to know was that Legend’s Fi was sharing/gaining information with/from his own Fi and had settled into an eerie silence after that.
…he just… sits there, gaze staring into Legend’s own like… like a doll or a sculpture.
And Legend can’t help it, he’s worried, not to mention confused… because Fi had only ever described the guy as a kind and inquisitive boy, so enamored with the sights they’d seen as they traveled through the Surface, so brave and determined to protect those he’d loved.
She’d described him as a boy overflowing with love and compassion, someone who adored hugs, who shared cupcakes with her, even when Fi had informed him that she didn’t need to eat.
The First Hero was the one who’d taught Fi happiness... who’d disproved her belief that she hadn’t been capable of emotions.
The boy who loved flying through the deep blue skies, hearing Fi sing and watching her dance (something Legend still hoped he could witness himself someday).
But this boy… this boy was none of those things and… and Legend could feel Fi’s distress and sorrow building, down to his very bones, his soul, which he shared with all the heroes.
Something had gone horribly wrong, Legend’s teeth grinding together to try and keep his temper under control when the cause is revealed.
Damn you, Old Man, Legend curses internally, while externally, he’s wrapping Sky into a hug, acting as Fi’s proxy, and promising her to do what he can to fix this.
And he tries, sticking as close to Sky as he can, both before and after the time comes for the Chain to set out once more.
He has Hyrule heal Sky's feet after Fi manages to alert him to the fact that horrible blisters have formed, joining his successor in scolding and weaseling out a promise not to hide any injuries, from Sky.
He encourages the boy to answer Wild’s questions for his food preferences, relaying Fi’s own suggestions when Sky only reacts with confusion.
He then has to answer the far more concerning questions Wild brings up later, regarding Sky’s physical scars.
The questions Warriors brings up when the two have a rare moment alone are harder, especially when there’s obvious hints of guilt and horror in the suspicions shared.
Four is a bit more subtle when he asks his own questions, while Wind is blunt as always, though his outrage is somewhat mollified by a suggestion on a prank to play with Sky’s help (and if a specific member of the Chain is the suggested target, all the better).
It’s a tad alarming when Twilight (well, Wolfie, Fi had actually laughed when Legend had solved her riddles regarding his true identity), shoved his way into the sleep pile Legend and Wild had gotten into the habit of forming around Sky (Hyrule hadn’t joined that night, wanting to keep an eye on a wound Warriors had sustained in the previous fight).
Legend himself had already been half-awakened by Sky’s night terror and had been reaching for his brother’s Master Sword alongside the boy, knowing that, even asleep (and as different from his Fi as she was), she’d immediately quell whatever remembered fears or anxieties the nightmare had stirred up.
But Wolfie had beaten him to it, using the tactic he always deployed with Wild, Wars, and sometimes Time himself.
Surprisingly, the tactic also works on Sky, the boy freezing in uncomprehending shock as Wolfie shoves him back onto his bedroll, tongue licking away at the tears that fall down his cheeks.
Legend feels a pang of sadness, echoed in his mental link with Fi, when Sky’s confusion grows and he has to guide the boy’s hands into burying themselves into Wolfie’s fur, helping him find the soft inner layer and guiding him in how to pet it.
He can only sigh and shake his head when he catches sight of Twilight’s questioning gaze, before grabbing his sword and heading towards the fire to take over the watch.
It hurts, knowing the kid actually needs guiding in petting a friendly animal, Fi’s own sorrow adding to it when Sky emits a noise of utter bewilderment when Wild takes over and runs his own fingers through Sky’s hair, Legend hating how young it sounds.
“This is not right,” Fi laments and Legend’s hands squeeze her sword in what he hopes is a reassuring manner as he settles beside the fire.
He knows Twilight will probably be asking questions tomorrow, questions whose answers he’ll hate, assuming he even listens to them, let alone believes them.
It doesn’t make it any better when Twilight isn’t even given the opportunity to ask any questions the next day.
Legend curses as the Master Sword’s chimes grow weaker again, swiveling in a circle once again to find the stronger signal.
The sword on his back emits a weaker chime, whispers for patience, warns of how his behavior might be received, after prior events.
Legend’s teeth clench, the desire to rush ahead screaming in his ears, alongside his curses towards a certain idiot in gold armor.
He’d known Time was bitter and could be petty in his views towards Hylia and the Master Sword, but he hadn’t thought the man so blind, so fixated on his favorites within their group, that he’d lash out as viciously as he had at Sky.
True, the boy’s actions while fighting the Yiga Clan and his strategy to rescue Wild had been extreme, even if they were effective… not to mention disturbingly brutal….
But Legend and his Fi had been working on that, on undoing what Time himself had wrought upon the first of their number, on reclaiming the boy his Fi knew and loved, slowly but surely.
Now, once again thanks to Time, it seemed Legend and Fi’s efforts had only succeeded in letting the boy express his own anger and resentments.
Legend himself had grown used to completely tuning out whenever Time grumbled and cursed his sister and her sword, mostly because Fi had asked him to let it be and knew exactly why she’d done what she’d done with Time.
He had tried to explain it to Sky, the first time the older man had started up those grumblings around their newest member, hoping to avoid a huge blow out.
Obviously, he hadn’t succeeded in that at all, though at least Sky had kept enough control to keep from slaughtering Time outright…
...which a morbid part of Legend mildly felt would’ve been deserved... if it weren’t for the dangers concerning the existences of Twilight, Wild and maybe Wars… Legend honestly didn’t know what he would do without Wild’s cooking and the entertainment that was bickering and teasing with Wars.
Focus, idiot! Legend silently cursed himself, giving his head a good shake and taking one more, calming breath, before turning his attention back to the sword in his hand.
The original Master Sword is a true beauty, absolutely humming with power, the likes of which his own sword still struggles to retain.
Conversing with this Fi is much harder, however... but it’s not like her talking to him would’ve helped much anyway.
His own Fi is doing well enough in explaining how to dowse for her wayward first master, even if her voice is becoming more and more exhausted and faint as time goes on.
But, thankfully, it doesn’t take much longer to find Sky, though she still needs to emit a warning chime to both of the boys, Legend forced to freeze solid, going cross eyed as an arrow is shoved in his face.
“I am not taking her back!” Sky snarls, fresh tears falling down his cheeks.
“Not gonna make you,” Legend replies, keeping his voice as calm and soft as he can as he carefully sheathes the Master Sword.
Once he does, he raises his hands, palms facing outwards, voice still soft as he asks, “are you okay? Did she burn your hands? I have some sal—”
“I don’t need—!”
“Sky, it’s me,” Legend hums lowly, shrugging as a sad smile creeps its way onto his face, “haven’t I always been on your side? I’m not gonna scold you for what happened, Time’s the one who started that mess anyway. You were just trying to save Wild, not your fault you were forced to extreme measures….”
Sky’s mouth quivers, his eyes tearing up as he, mercifully, lowers his weapon, a sob escaping as this happens.
“I hate this!” he hiccups, free hand coming up to swipe at the tears, “I-I’m not-, I wasn’t supposed to be like this! I don’t wanna be like this! I hate them, I hate them so much!”
“I know, I’m sorry buddy,” Legend murmurs as he confiscates the bow and arrow before wrapping Sky into a hug, rubbing the kid’s back as he begins rocking them both, back and forth.
“We don’t need to go back to the others tonight,” he offers as the boy sobs into his shoulder, “found a cave not too far off and I’ve got some provisions in my bag….”
Sky doesn’t answer, just keeps crying, though he does let Legend guide him once he manages to calm down a bit, sitting in the cave when told and eating the food offered once Legend gets a fire started.
For added protection and privacy, Legend uses the Cane of Somaria to block the entrance before pulling Sky into another hug, running his fingers through newly tangled hair.
Sky’s gone worryingly silent, back to his old, doll-like personality, though he softens under Legend’s ministrations, eventually falling asleep.
Legend, in contrast, finds himself awake for another hour, worries and plans spinning and unraveling in his head before the softest murmur of his old lullaby finally lulls him to sleep.
Honestly, Legend wasn’t really surprised when, upon dismissing the block from the cave entrance early that morning, he’d found Hyrule, Wild and Wolfie camped out in front of it.
Bloodshot eyes, evidence of their late night tracking and traveling, blink up at him, before peering cautiously at Sky, who stands behind Legend.
The boy's own eyes are still red and raw from his crying, though the rest of his face has fallen back into the blank mask he always wears.
Neither of the Master Swords have been strapped to his back, however, he refuses to even look at them, nor the other heroes, even as Legend invites them into the cave.
He only perks up when Wild, producer of miracles, whips up, of all things, pumpkin pancakes with whipped topping for breakfast.
This is, apparently (and thankfully), enough to put Wild back in Sky’s good graces, helped along by his offering of a royal broadsword from his slate, with Hyrule quick to follow as healing magic soothes any remaining sores or aches.
Meanwhile, Wolfie is acting as doglike as he possibly can, the disguised Rancher sauntering right up to Sky to lick his fingers, his cheeks, any skin that comes close to his snout.
He then curls around the boy once he’s sitting down around the newly rekindled campfire, plopping his head right onto Sky’s thigh and allowing the boy to pet him as much as he wants.
Which, honestly, is depressingly low… but, still, Sky seems relaxed around the wolf, so there is that, at least.
The same cannot be said for Twilight’s human form, however… which shouldn’t be surprising, given how obvious his hero worship of Time has been from the very start, alongside his habit of agreeing with every word that ever came out of the man’s mouth.
Said mouth is wisely closed when Legend’s group eventually reunites with the others, mostly due to a portal opening up beneath them and dropping them all into the next Hyrule.
The Gilded Sword now sits on Time’s back, Sky’s eyes narrowing and mouth thinning when he first catches sight of the man and the unknown blade.
His only response had been to slide further behind Legend instead of attacking, though, which the Vet is honestly grateful for.
Because after all, if Sky went after the Old Man again, Legend really doesn’t think he’d be able to stop himself from joining in and pounding on the bastard himself.
Instead, he settles on helping Wind and Four get back into Sky’s good graces with a prank on Time, a nice, innocent little thing that leaves the old fart spluttering and gasping while everyone else laughs their heads off.
This brings about a tentative truce, for a while… but it doesn’t solve the problem.
The evidence for that comes with the discovery of a monster camp, Sky rushing in just as Wars and Time had begun discussing a strategy.
This, of course, causes the rest of the group to charge after him, worried for his safety, even though he’s already massacred three fourths of the enemy group.
A feat that isn’t accomplished without injury, Sky’s wrist fractured by one of Wild’s Moblin’s grabbing and swinging him around by the appendage, as well as a deep gash in his arm.
Warriors tries to scold him, but Sky only screams in response, words and tone childish and uncompromising.
And it happens again, and then again, and again, Sky literally throwing himself into each and every battle, whether the monsters are black blooded or not, injuries piling up, including those inflicted when his weapons break (curse Wild's weird Ganon and his polluting everything in that era).
Warriors begs, pleads and cries apologies, tries to negotiate, but Sky won’t listen, not even when Legend or one of the others tries to convince him to stop the reckless behavior.
Time, who had actually been doing his best to give Sky space, at one point loses his temper, calling Sky out for being childish, which of course only leads to Sky’s biggest outburst, Legend struggling to hold Sky back while Twilight drags Time away.
Sky screams and cries and curses everyone and everything one minute, then cries even harder as apologies spill from his lips, desperately clinging onto Legend as he wails.
The Chosen Hero, his Fi’s first master, one of the founding members of the kingdom of Hyrule, Father to the Royal Family and ancestor to Legend’s other sister, Fable, is falling apart in his arms.
And he just- he doesn’t know what to do, how to fix this, how to stop Sky’s downward spiral, not even his Fi knows how to help, since the problem lies in Sky’s own mind.
Wars, late one evening while the others are asleep, Sky curled up in Legend’s lap with his Sailcloth wrapped around him, suggests they request assistance from the therapists in his era… but they never make it back to his time.
Everything comes to a head when the Chain is ambushed by a group of monsters, a Silver Lynel at its helm, black-blooded alongside half of the other monsters.
Sky, once again, rushes right into the fight, engaging the Lynel, moving in a brutal dance of flashing swords and roars of challenge… and things had been going well… until a Bokoblin archer, riding in from the east, suddenly clips Sky’s shoulder, distracting him…
…which leads to the Lynel’s weapon, a spear, piercing straight through Sky’s chest.
And Legend… all Legend can do for a moment is stare at the sight in horror… in disbelief… before Wild’s own, fury-filled roar pierces through the din, lightning crashing down alongside.
The sight of blue light wrapping around the familiar figure of the cook dispersing to reveal his Barbarian Gear, and the following roar that sounds from both him and Roolie, who’s quick to follow after him, finally snaps Legend out of his shock.
He quickly dives after the two ferals, helping to disarm the monster before instantly switching to aiding Hyrule with Sky, the two of them carefully lowering the boy to the ground.
The boy coughs weakly as the spear is jostled, whimpering as Legend pulls him into his arms, pointedly ignoring the pristine white of the Sailcloth turning crimson.
“We need to get the spear out!” Hyrule cries, Legend nodding his understanding and tightening his grip on Sky while Roolie grabs the spear.
The removal itself is surprisingly quick and Sky is worryingly quiet as it happens, giving no reaction to even Legend’s murmured apologies or reassurances that everything will be alright.
For a moment, Legend worries the boy has lost consciousness, but blue eyes lift to meet his when he tells them to do so.
But… the look in those eyes… they make Legend’s blood run cold with renewed fear… a fear that only grows with Hyrule’s next cry.
“I-it, it’s not–, why isn’t it working?!”
Legend’s gaze shoots towards Hyrule, whose expression is becoming more and more panicked, his hands shining brightly with his healing spell as they hover over the awful wound.
The wound that wasn’t closing.
“Fi?!”
“H-he,” Fi stutters, Fi stutters, Fi never stutters, but she’s stuttering now, “Master Sky is… is rejecting the healing….”
Legend’s heart stutters, mind going blank, before he throws himself back towards Sky, his bloodied hands cupping the boy’s paling cheeks as he begins to plead.
“Sky, Sky buddy, hey, you need to let Hyrule heal you—”
“No,” Sky coughs, chokes, mouth trembling as it pulls downwards and fresh tears fall down his cheeks, “don’ wanna… tired.”
“I know, I know, this quest is exhausting—”
“NO,” Sky hacks, teary eyes gazing at Legend with flecks of anger simmering under the growing exhaustion and pain, “tired of ‘t all! B-being this, w-what those two m-made me—!”
His words are cut off by another coughing fit, one that wracks his whole body, crimson liquid spilling from his lips and pooling into the ground underneath him.
And Legend… doesn’t know what to do… he, the Veteran… is at a loss on what to do next.
He can see and feel Hyrule trying, once again, to push his healing magic into Sky, but it still doesn’t catch, his successor’s voice calling out at the same time the swords on his back and in his bag chime.
Seconds later Wars, Wind and Wild drop next to them, demanding to know what’s happening, the Captain barking orders as he presses his own hands against Sky’s wounds, Wild and Wind pulling out fairies and potions from their slate and bag.
More voices add to the confusion as the rest of the group gather around them, a flash of golden armor in Legend’s periphery as a familiar wolf pelt drops next to Wild while a multicolored tunic shuffles next to Wind.
Everyone is talking, there’s so much yelling which… which only grows more panicked as, suddenly, the forms of many of their brothers… start to fade, to flicker, like candle flames in the face of a storm.
“The First King… is dying… the Queen in no state to bear heirs… all is coming undone….”
This sentence is murmured into Legend’s mind, the voice so frighteningly weak and… and even worse…
She’s crying… Fi is crying… his sister is crying while his other sister’s ancestor, the tragic shadow of the bright boy whose adventures had carried Legend through the darkest nights of his own, is dying before him and his other sister is probably starting to fade away, just like the other heroes, his brothers… and… and…
And Legend sees red, red and gold and before he even properly realizes what he’s doing, he’s surging onto his feet and stomping towards Time.
His body moves on its own, feet shifting into the proper position as his hand curls into a fist, arm drawing back, then surging forwards, just as Ricky and Blaino had taught him all those years ago in Holodrum.
All of his body weight is behind the punch, sending Time crashing backwards when Legend’s fist makes contact with his face, a grim satisfaction settling, even as Twilight’s alarmed and indignant voice reaches his ears.
“Legend, what the hell?!”
“That served no real purpose, Master.”
“He deserved it, it made me feel better, and I needed this!” Legend snaps at them both, tossing the Ocarina of Time that he’d filched from Time lightly into the air.
“This and the Harp of Ages should work, right Fi?”
“There is at least an 80% probability of success,” she replies, immediately realizing his plans, as she always does.
“Legend! What are you doing?!” Wind calls out this time, many of their brothers echoing the question, their gazes shifting from the eerily still form of Sky, the groggy Time who’s still holding his bloody nose, Legend, and their own flickering forms, over and over again.
“What I’ve always done!” Legend snaps, focusing on his anger instead of the rising panic as he hooks the Ocarina of Time to his belt before pulling out the Harp of Ages from his bag, “I’m fixing the Hero of Time’s mess!”
Legend’s fingers then find the strings needed to play Nayru’s song as Fi begins singing another song, the Ocarina of Time buzzing with magic, which combines easily with the Harp of Ages.
Legend closes his eyes as the magics wrap around him, his grip on the harp tightening as he feels himself falling into the familiar time portal.
Doubt briefly pricks at his heart, worry that he won’t be able to make it to the time period he needs building… when a golden light suddenly flickers in his periphery.
He briefly catches sight of a woman who looks disturbingly similar to his other sister, Fable, her face twisted by grief, wings with numerous broken feathers on her back…
But then she disappears, leaving only the golden light behind, which spreads and consumes Legend and the tunnel he’d been falling through…
…and when it fades, he finds himself in an unknown clearing, a woman of blue and purple hovering before a small child in green, who glares at the woman with clear fury and hatred.
“So you’re saying this supposed first hero fails and that’s why Ganondorf was born?!” the boy cries angrily, Legend's Fi confirming that this is, indeed, a younger Time.
“Probabilities are high,” replies the younger version of Fi, any further words cut off as child Time yells at her.
“Well then make sure he doesn’t! If that stupid first hero was such a major screw up, if he’s the reason Ganondorf keeps showing up and- and ruining everything then make the first hero succeed—!”
“Belay that order, Fi!”
Legend slightly cringes at the accidental slip into the Sailor’s speech, but its meaning suits the occasion and succeeds in drawing the attention of these younger versions of his sister and Time.
The latter of which overcomes his surprise rather quickly, still spitting with rage, which he immediately redirects towards Legend.
“Who the hell are you?! Stay out of this, it’s none of your business—!”
“It is entirely my business,” Legend cuts in coolly, sliding his sheathed sword into his hand, the winged hilt duller than her counterpart's but still clearly recognizable, “seeing as I’m someone who bears the Soul of the Hero and wields the Master Sword as well.
“Not to mention,” Legend continues, talking right over the kid when he tries to protest, “I’m the one who had to come back from the future that order of yours created and kid, you made things a hell of a lot worse, time itself was unraveling thanks to your meddling.
“So, no, Fi,” Legend states firmly as he turns his attention to the younger version of his sister, “you are not going to ‘make the first hero succeed’, you are not going to make contact with him at all before the Goddess ordained, unless Ghirahim or Demise prove a legitimate threat to—”
“HEY!” child Time screams, his face red with anger as he glares at Legend, “you can’t just-! You have no idea what I went through—!”
“Oh you made sure I knew exactly what you went through,” Legend cuts in again, his own temper flaring, “and I know what you went through when Fi didn’t seal you away.
“Not that any of that matters, because no matter what any of us went through, that doesn’t give us the right to shove our problems onto someone else, let alone sacrifice someone else just so you–!”
“Master…”
The soft call and gentle push against the bond has Legend’s teeth clicking shut, prompting him to inhale and exhale slowly to collect himself.
“...you know what, forget it, I’m not dealing with that,” he states, before once again turning to address young Fi, “in fact, go throw this brat’s ass into the nearest office of one of those therapist guys Wa-, er, Captain Link’s always talking about.”
“Understood, Master.”
“Wha-, no!” child Time cries, backing away and reaching for his sword and a certain mask on his hip, “I’m not going anywhere, don’t you touch me, you damn sword lady!”
“Oh, yes you are,” Legend declares, silently thanking Ghanti for her pickpocketing tips once again as he easily takes possession of both child Time’s sword and, more importantly, the Fierce Deity mask.
This also ends up providing an excellent distraction, allowing Fi to grab hold of child Time, ignoring the boy’s screeches of outrage as the two fly off.
“You can thank me later!” Legend calls after them, unashamedly smug and unrepentant as he gives the departing duo a little wave.
“HEY, what’s going on here?!” a tiny voice suddenly cries, the fairy it belongs to buzzing angrily as she and a familiar figure wearing that unmistakable blue scarf head towards Legend at a run.
“Who are you?” Proxi demands to know, her light blazing angrily from where she hovers next to younger Warriors shoulder, “and what did you do to Fi and Mask, where is she taking him? What do you think you’re doing with Mask’s sword and that mask?!”
“Easy does it there,” Legend says in as placating a tone as he can muster, eyes fixed on young Warriors, whose body language is tense, his own hand twitching towards the sword on his back.
“I’m like Mask,” Legend quickly supplies, shifting so that the sword on his back is once again on display, “another hero, from another time. As for Mask himself, I’m having Fi throw his ass into therapy.”
Young Warriors eyes, which have obvious bags under them (when was the last time the kid had slept? What part was this for his quest?), widen, gaze once again flicking towards where Fi and Mask had left from.
His mouth opens, but only a rasping croak emerges, a painful one at that, apparently, as Young Wars grimaces (his chapped lips screaming the kid needs water alongside sleep).
“So, what,” Proxi picks up in his stead, “you fell through one of Cia’s portals and thought it’d be a good idea to have Fi abduct Mask?”
“No… I had to use a friend’s item to come here and… stop Mask from doing something that… well, that essentially threatened all of Hyrule,” Legend admitted quickly, wincing at the expression that crossed Young Wars face.
“It’s fine, everything should be good now,” he’s quick to reassure, “and, uh, I guess you can give this back when the therapist says it’s alright….”
With that, Legend sets child Time’s sword on the ground between himself and Young Wars, the latter quick to dart forward and grab the weapon.
He then squints suspiciously at Legend before pointing to the mask that’s still in his hand, mistrusting eyes darting from Legend’s, back to the mask, and back again.
“...if I give this to you, and you have the deity’s markings instead of the Old Man when I get back to my time, I’m kicking your ass, got it Pretty Boy?”
Legend rather regrets that last quip as Young Wars flinches violently, quickly tossing the deity’s mask over before the newly irate fairy can launch herself at him.
“HEY! Aren’t you at least going to help us?!” the fairy cries as Legend uses the Harp of Ages and Ocarina of Time still on his hip to open a new portal.
“Can’t, I’m supposed to be helping on a later quest!” Legend calls back as he sticks a foot into the portal, “we can grouse over the annoyances of time travel later! Now go get some sleep Pr-, Captain!”
He hears Proxi yelling again, but by then Legend’s already stepped fully into the portal, hanging on tightly to the Harp of Ages as gold swirls into the portal anew.
When next he exits the portal, it’s in the middle of camp, familiar swords immediately shoved into his face, which he’s able to keep in his usual expression of annoyance as his brothers cry out in surprise.
“What the-, the fuck are you doing, Ledge?!”
“Language, Sailor,” Legend scolds, quite proud of the fact that his voice doesn’t betray even a single trace of his unease or relief as the swords are lowered.
That relief only builds as his eyes are drawn to a figure draped in a pure white Sailcloth, Sky’s face showing clear concern and confusion, the picture of the boy from Fi’s stories instead of the weapon Legend had been traveling with for the last few months.
“But-, I don’t understand, you were just sitting next to us,” Hyrule mumbles from where he stands next to Sky, confused gaze shifting from where Legend now stands to a spot just behind him.
A gasp of realization draws attention over to where Time and Warriors stand, Fierce Deity markings still adorning the elder’s face, though said face becomes a shade paler and twists with guilt and unease, while Wars is now pointing his finger at Legend instead of his sword.
“Y-you– from back then!” Wars cries, head swiveling from Legend, to Time, then back again, “but– you– what?!”
“Like I said, complain about time travel later,” Legend sighs tiredly, while also tossing the Ocarina of Time back to its respective hero (who manages to pale even further), “preferably with some alcohol to accompany it….”
“Gonna give the rest of us an explanation?” Four asks, eyes swirling with Blue and Violet, Blue gaining more prominence when Legend just steps past him.
“Depends,” is his flippant reply, waving in the direction where Wild and Twilight are huddled together, “we gonna eat soon? I’m hungry, make something with pumpkins.”
“Would it kill you to say please?” Twilight grumbles while Wild just laughs, Legend not even deigning to respond to that in any way.
Instead, he flops down next to this new Sky, who smiles easily with amusement dancing in his eyes.
“So does this mean you can play the harp?” he asks eagerly, pulling out the Goddess Harp, something the other Sky had never even once pulled out of his bag, “would you mind...?”
“Not on this harp,” Legend cuts in, blunt but with a tone he knows is clearly soft, carefully replacing the Harp of Ages in its place within his bag and only hesitating a moment before bringing out the harp from his adventure on Koholint.
As he does, he hears the distinct chime of Sky’s sword, followed by an answering chime from his own, one ear listening to the Fi’s conversing while the other aids in strumming his harp alongside Sky’s own.