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Wild didn’t mean to get stabbed! This sort of thing just happened when you have an entire cult of assassins after your head. He thought the others were over reacting, honestly.
“Wild, I need you to stay awake,” time said, hiding his panic behind a mask of calm.
“Wild, let me heal you or goddess help me-“ Hyrule said, distressed.
“Wild, if you die on me I will drag your ass back up here and fucking kill you again!” Legend, in a rare moment of affection, said, tears in his eyes.
“Wild-“
“Wild-“
“Wild-“
said man yawned, closing his eyes as the pain faded away. He went limp.
***
Just as it was setting in that wild was dead, wind noticed a float8ng teal flame appear, morphing into the familiar shape of wild. Tears threatened wind once more, seeing his friend and brother as a spirit, but to his surprise, he didn’t look all to concerned. Instead he sat down crisscross and waited, looking at a watch that wasn’t on his wrist.
A moment later, a tall figure in a tattered black cloak and holding a scythe appeared and sat across from Wild’s spirit. The cloaked ghost- fir they had to be a ghost, considering that none of the others reacted- reached into their cloak and pulled out…
A deck of cards?! They shuffled, before dealing them out, one by one, face down before scattering the remaining cards in a messy pile between them. They sat in silence for a while, looking at their cards, before the Mx. cloak spoke.
“Do you have a 9?” The voice was raspy and old, and wind got the distinct impression they were older than Hylia herself. Wild grinned.
“Go fish!” He shouted, making wind flinch. Mx. cloak sighed, reaching towards the pile in the center and pulling out a random card. Then wild asked them for an ace, and the figure reluctantly gave their two up.
This continued for some time, before wind noticed that Wild had on long sleeves. As he watched, Wild slipped a card from his sleeve into his nimble fingers. Wind only noticed because pirates practically lived on gambling, and therefore, cheating.
Mx. Cloak didn’t notice a thing.
As such, the game continued.
Eventually Wild had 8 piles of four cards each in front of him, and the other had 4. Wild slipped himself another card and proceeded to proudly lay down another set of four. Mx. Cloak groaned.
“You have to lose eventually,” they grumbled, but helped wild pack up the cards. “At this point I’m beginning to think you’re cheating.” Wild laughed.
“Me? Cheat? Never. Besides, you love my company.” Mx. Cloak shook their head in exasperation, but stood up, disappearing in the blink of an eye. Wild, too, stood up, dusting himself off for no reason whatsoever since he was a ghost, before heading towards his body, which the others were still grieving over. He then laid down next to it, closing his eyes. He disappeared, and for a moment wind thought he had lost the only connection to his brother.
Then Wild’s body jerked into a sitting position and shouted in Wild’s very familiar voice.
“I’M ALIVE, BITCHES!”