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If Link prides himself on anything, it’s his preparation. Enchanted sacks of magical items hang from his sides, fastened firmly by hands decorated with rings from all reaches of the world. His whole house is drenched in tools and collectables he’s gathered over the years- all with a purpose of course. Ravio berates him constantly over his “hoarder behavior.”
So how,
HOW,
Are there still situations he’s completely unprepared for? Hylia above is going out of her way to test him, and he’s about ready to punch a hole in the wall. Hasn’t he had enough damn quests already? This is excessive.
A knock wraps at the door, bringing a tenor male voice with it.
“Is this Link’s house? Hero ‘a Hyrule?” There’s a twang to his voice, elongating every other syllable into a sweet drawl.
Another voice drifts through the front door, commenting lightly, “Maybe he’s not home.” This one’s lighter than the first- and he has to be much younger than both the first and him. When 8 fully armor clad blondies came barreling through his lawn, he assumed they were Hylia’s messengers. Would Hylia recruit children?
…
Nah- She totally would.
There’s continued chatter outside, and it almost seems like their going to leave when one soft spoken voice states, “No, he’s here. I can feel him.” Link takes this as a cue to grab his shit and leave.
With a start he bolts, done caring about stealth altogether. His winged boots thump across his hardwood floors on a mission. Shouts of surprise quickly followed by a creaky door sound behind him, but only after he’s leaping out the largest glass window in the house.
Because of his head start most of the possy attempting to recruit him is lost immediately, leaving only two trudging behind him. And honestly? He’s surprised anyone’s left at all.
The larger one is smothered in pristine chainmail and what looks to be an officer knight’s uniform. Just great! Link was notorious for just getting along with every knight he meets. The worst part of his outfit by far had to be the royal blue scarf-cape monstrosity trailing behind him like ravio on a rough day. He’s huffing and puffing trying to follow him in what’s got to be twenty pounds of weight.
The second is considerably less tired, and half the size. His hair is brown, seemingly a rarity in their group. His tunic is definitely not royal, his armor weaker, his sleeves torn. Link might have liked him if he didn’t seem so determined to grapple him.
Focusing back on running, deliberates on where he should run to. Lorule? Maybe Hilda would give him a place to hide. She’d bother him endlessly though. Zelda would tell him the quest was inevitable and send him on his way.
Link’s about to sigh deeper than ever before when he’s tackled in the side, launching him and his attacker into the nearest tree.
Again, why does it always have to him?
Yelling sounds around him, mainly coming from the bastard who tackled him. He had 3 speed rings on for god’s sake- how on Earth did he catch up quick enough to catch him by surprise? Not to mention he seems unaffected by smacking headfirst into a tree.
Link moves to run again and is promptly told to sit his ass down. Rude.
“Why the fuck were you running?” Scarfy spits out. He’s smacked in the shoulder.
“Ya’ need tact, Wars.” Ah, so Pelty is the southern sweetheart. He should've expected it with the farm boy outfit.
They all still turn to face him, expecting an answer to the stupid question.
“You guys are obviously Hylia’s messengers-”
“Heroes, but yes.”
“Heroes, sure-” He pauses. Heroes? He knew this was trouble right away.
“And as heroes you were going to rope me into some stupid world saving quest. I am not doing that shit again. Go save everything by your lwn fucking selves.” Satisfied with his rant, he moves to get up. And blocked again. This guys are too persistant.
“Your Link right? Hero of Hyrule?”
“And a few other places- sure.”
The oldest of them looks at him like he’s stupid.
“Then you know you can’t just leave.”
Link sneeres at him. “I can so leave,” he spits, “I’m retired.”
They gawk in each of their own ways, before the oldy raises his hand to silence. He holds out a hand to Link, which he doesn’t take. Now standing, they reorient themselves.
“Let’s start over,” he starts, “I’m Link, Hero of Time. Everyone here is a hero of their own Hyrule, sent across time and space to do a quest. I understand your frustrations, I’ve retired for a long time now myself. Your going to have to stick with us though, because a portal is going to show up and pull you to a different time with or without us.”
He takes time and considers. There is strength in numbers, but how can he be sure these guys aren’t dipshits? At least two of these guys have to be knights, and knights suck ass.
But, he might enjoy having someone to bother instead of trekking around by himself. And he can always leave whenever he wants.
He holds out a hand.
“I’m in.”