sky_child: (meep)
"No, Link. You weren't dreaming. I woke you up, remember?"

"Yeah, but..." Link winces as Zelda pokes his arm, hard.

"But nothing! I better see you practicing lots before the Wing Ceremony, or I'm gonna have words with you! This is your big chance. Don't mess it up!"

"Y-yes, I understand, Zelda..."

But why can't she? Sometimes it's hard distinguishing dreams from reality. And what's so bad about hoping that maybe you weren't just chosen to participate in this year's huge, life-altering, this-brings-you-one-step-closer-to-knighthood ceremony? He hopes to Hylia she never finds out those times when it only looked like he was awake...

"Hey."

That's his only warning before Zelda drags him to the side, away from prying ears. "Don't tell anyone," she says in a low voice, "but... I'm going to play the part of the goddess this year. So you have to win! Not just so you can become a knight. Do it for me, too. Okay?"

He smiles. "Yeah!"

For Zelda? He'd do anything.

~ ♦ ~


"Hey, Link! Can you hear me?"

Yes, and that can be one of the unfortunate things about the Knight Academy: the lack of proper walls between rooms. This was only unfortunate for Link if someone shouted loudly, which, considering that Fledge occupied the room beside his, wasn't much of a problem, and is only sort of a problem now that Link has flopped into bed.

"I heard you were picked for the Wing Ceremony! Congratulations!"

"Thanks..."

"I always knew they would pick you soon," Fledge continues. Link has a feeling he knows the nature of what Fledge will say next. He always did have a hard time making a complement that wasn't at someone else's expense, usually his own. And sure enough, just as the tendrils of sleep start to curl around Link's consciousness, Fledge begins his lament over how he wishes he were as strong and as talented, and that maybe one day...

But whatever his hopes are for the future aren't quite uttered in time to reach Link before he drifts into sleep.

~ ♦ ~


He never visited the Isle this late at night. He isn't sure why he is visiting it now, this late, when Pipit had given him a scolding on his way out the door. Link said he'd be careful. At least, he thinks he said that. Things are so hazy he isn't sure what he had done or said, or if Pipit had really been there. And maybe that's why he had found his way to the Statue through some convoluted route, one that didn't make much sense now that he's standing in before a freshly opened doorway at the front of the Statue. He could've just climbed up the stairs connecting the Academy to the Isle of the Goddess, and maybe that's the route he would have taken if...

It didn't matter. He's here, now, in front of the doorway he must enter. That was where the light had gone, the light that had lead him from the Academy...

And yet, he senses something else from within the statue. Something sinister. Something that suggested maybe he ought to take the easy way back, return to his room and crawl into bed without thinking about a certain event destined to happen far too soon for his liking... And what was that event? The thing that sat beyond the doorway?

Link...

He steps forward, through the doorway and into a chamber as wide as the base of the statue. Just ahead of him is a small stone pedestal, and, rising from it, a sword. It shines with a faint blue light, dimmer, but similar to the one that had lead him here.

The time of your awakening draws near. Take the sword...

His fingers wrap around the light blue hilt of the blade. He tightens his grip, the muscles of his upper arms tensing as he pulls the sword from the pedestal.

...lift it skyward...

He raises the sword.

Behind him, a deafening roar.

He turns, sword at the ready, clothes suddenly heavy.

The great apocalypse is yours to end.


He turns to the open, sharp-toothed mouth of an enormous monster.

~ ♦ ~


"...Link?"

Her hand falls lightly against his arm. He turns his face towards her, head propped up by one of his hands.

"You don't look good. Is everything okay?"

He looks down to his other hand, drawing idle circles on the wooden surface of the desk.

"I had a bad dream last night," he says.
sky_child: (she's not my girlfriend)
Stealth: a skill all Knight Academy students must master if they wish to achieve knighthood. It's also necessary for certain students who wish to deliver a present without bumping into the forces that would seek to stop them.

But Professor Owlan isn't that bad. Link won't have to worry about him if he's in his study, or off campus grounds. If he isn't...well, then he'd be trying to sneak a pot full of foreign flowers past a botanist.

And then there's Groose.

Groose, who has a keen eye for finding things that upset him--namely, anything that involves Link and Zelda, regardless if that thing exists or not. And since it wouldn't be hard for anyone to guess who Link is taking flowers to (based on assumptions of feelings that Link isn't attune to), it's only natural that Groose would notice, like a hawk. Like a hawk who could see through walls and flies to real-or-imagined Link-and-Zelda things like a magnet flying towards metal. Or...

He breathes a sigh of relief. Or the bar was kind enough to deposit him on the second floor of the Academy, where the girls and the faculty are stationed. There's Karane wandering towards the stairs, posing only the threat of a few sly giggles if she sees what's in his hands.

Then he stops, abruptly, not thinking of Owlan's threat should he emerge from his study. What if Zelda's not in her room? Then she could be anywhere! He'd have to go searching for her, and avoid the comments and questions of others, who may attract the attention of Owlan or, worse, Groose. And he can't let Groose-- No, wait, no, that was the solution all along, wasn't it? Put the flowers in his ro--but who's to say Groose won't break in and steal--

"Link?"

There's another person standing right in front of him before he knows it, hands placed around his to help hold up the flowers.

"Careful! You almost drop these--what are these?"

It's Zelda.

He's so relieved he could zone out again and drop the flowers for real.

"Hello? Link?"

"...sorry. They're called sunflowers, I think. I got them from-- A bar." A bar, he realizes, he hasn't told her about.

She blinks, confused, amused, ready to brush it off as one of Link's flights of fancy that isn't worth a fight over. For now. "They're strange! Did you bring them for Professor Owlan?"

"No, I bought them for...uh, you."

And this would be where he scratches the back of his head bashfully, if his hands weren't being held in place by Zelda's, and making his hands feel all tingly as a result. There's a lot of things he doesn't understand right now, like why he couldn't just say that he brought her these flowers, or why his hands are feeling all tingly, or why he feels something akin to embarrassment when all he's doing is giving his best friend some pretty flowers.

And he doesn't understand why she looks sort of shocked, and why her grip seems to loosen, as if she's about to drop the flowers she's trying to help him hold, or why her face turns a little red and why she looks a little embarrassed, when all that's going on is that her best friend is giving her flowers.

Nothing out of the ordinary, right? It's just what friends do. They give each other gifts, and it's not a big deal, and...

"I thought...you'd like them. I thought of you when I saw them and..."

"No, Link, I... They're pretty. Thank you!"

She smiles at him, and he smiles back, and that's normal, right? Just kind of, standing here in the middle of the hall with one's hands on top of another's, and...

"Here. I'll put them in my room."

And can't help but feel like he lost something when she stopped touching his hands.

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